A moon
the colour of sorrow.
Rain falling
like regret.
The memory
of your beauty
awakened by
the music
tiptoes on moonlit feet
slowly silently
across the lawn.
A cat
(immune to human emotion)
yawns
silhouetted against
an Autumn moon.
He listens
to our human words
more out of boredom
than anything else
as if we were characters
in a play
enacting words that will be
forever spoken:
“Let us be sharing wing birds
...the thing of legend...
with only one eye
only one wing
only by sharing wings
can we fly! ”
Chiselled into
a night gone by
the words remain
engraved upon the air.
The cat wonders
how do humans do that
...& why?
He pads quietly
through the words
the memory of us
bristling his fur.
Brillant...I second that emotion! I know that Chinese legend and I love the notion of it! But what you do with it and where you take it. The whole notion of the cat stepping through a memory engraved in the air is fantastic especially the last line of the memory of us...bristling his fur. Wonderful stuff. Your power to evoke startling images and tell a good story whilst making us laugh and then cry at the same time is beyond bounds. I just love what you can do with your words and where your words take me. I was drawn to the title because of knowing the legend but didn't expect anything as wonderful as this. superb writing! love Dee Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What could I do but agree with JH and DDW...BRILLIANT! Evocative, startling word pictures, emotions that fill the air...and linger there...on the wing of the sharing birds...Beautifully Crafted.