I sometimes feel let down by the moon
Stirring my emotions like a whirlwind
Scattering words across an open page
Mixing them with turbulence and a velocity of thoughts
Writing becomes a mystery
A thriller or a romantic trip through love
No matter, the moon writes its own epitaph
And as it becomes new or full it changes the mood
And my internal wires become crossed
Circuits fuse
And words flow like a dyslexic dictionary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Intensity of emotions so effected by moon. Seems like poet are specially effected or able to express its effects touching the emotions. I just started my morning looking at half moon through my window. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.