The moon exploded
over our hill tonight
and quickly floated
up like a small balloon.
Does anyone know
how Silence
can shout so loud,
then a moment later,
press an elegant
finger to its lips
and show you all
you'll ever want to know?
This is great Max. It seems like you are taking a new direction but your imagery is still great and this one, forefills waht a poem should.
Great poem...I agree loud is not only defined by the guidelines of sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like dramatic titles like this. The image of the moon and the character of Silence-! yes! , 'all you'll ever want to know'.