Fearfully pale
Like the milk-white moon,
His body trembles
Like a chandelier
In an earthquake
At meeting the lady
Of his irrepressible dreams
On an ordinary street
Near the Monday morning bakery.
I’ve been that man,
Lost where I stand
Contemplating blue eyes at dawn
Or a yellow skirt in the afternoon.
Sweet intoxication of desire,
Lovely feminine defeat,
Every man is deliriously happy
To see a woman smile
Or slowly move her feet.
Stunning imagery here and to slowly move her feet is something desired so much. A sophisticated and original poem! 10 love Karin
Wow, I'm carried away on this suave love song of a vision of a lady..(smile)
Fearfully pale Like the milk-white moon, His body trembles Like a chandelier In an earthquake At meeting the lady........................ still he trembles as sees once again mystery yet jingles over grace of milk-white moon, fantastic imagery of a meeting blue redounding to beauty og grace, yet wrought ingenious by luscious glow,10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing is ordinary about your superb use of simile and metaphor to describe your poetic visions of romance. You paint glamor and mystery into the everyday events of life. This is the mark of an exceptional poet. Always your friend, Sandra