I shoot out angular
A mass of points and
Stark straight lines
To stick you with my urgency
I'd blind you
Bruise you
To steal a response from you
These moods
Tremble and crescendo
Swerving forth waves of
Swollen blue darkness
I'm your sunshine and
Your rainstorm
I can't control the weather
You can't enjoy extremes
I'm all precipice and plummet
And I shove you off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting Jennifer. I especially liked your night/day-type contrasts (such as sunshine and rain storm. It isn't a simple poem, but you make it sound as though it were.