In the dimlit stableyard,
wind shattered the column of water
trying to flow from the tap.
Moon caught the broken column and its scattered droplets
in a dazzling display.
Wind and moon and water
danced for me
and a stablecat
one moment
on a blustery winter night.
(August 1998)
You capture the wonder of the everyday (night?) in this beautifully crafted poem. The stablecat places the poem's feet firmly on the ground and provides a dramatic contrast to an essentially ethereal moment in time. Stunning. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is Glorious work of art. There is only few i know who can write with such passion and pure intelligence., well done Diana.