Is the moon new?
Is it full or not?
The words won't come
There's not a lot
I seem perplexed
I cannot write
No welcome sign
Words return tonight
It waxes and wanes
That lunar planet
It holds my mind
It cannot, Can It?
Yet it seems I'm done
The rhyme has gone
I think I'll turn
The TV on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm a Cancer, too.I noticed I write a different way when the phases of the Moon are different.A ten from me.and belated Happy Birthday!