Explore Poems GO!

The Prediction

Rating: 5.0

That night the moon drifted over the pond,
turning the water to milk, and under
the boughs of the trees, the blue trees,
a young woman walked, and for an instant

the future came to her:
rain falling on her husband's grave, rain falling
on the lawns of her children, her own mouth
filling with cold air, strangers moving into her house,

a man in her room writing a poem, the moon drifting into it,
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 04 September 2019

a man in her room writing a poem, the moon drifting into it, a woman strolling under its trees, thinking of death, thinking of him thinking of her, and the wind rising and taking the moon and leaving the paper dark. a sense of mystery everywhere.. tony

0 0 Reply