It is January
and the moon cracks
with frost.
I light a candle
to thaw my thoughts.
They run in bad rivers
and I am caught
in a net of sorrow.
I'll cry tomorrow
when sunrise breaks
slowly
through the dark
to ask questions.
Sally Plumb
I read this one again and love it even more the second time around
Sally, You make me laugh and cry. Screw all the crap that poetry Should be. Ha ha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I adore this enchanting poem...The ravishing interplay of light and darkness gently pushes me to a dreamy mood.10 +++
Thankyou for your lovely remark, Agatha. Much appreciated. Sally