" there are somethings that can't be helped."
I said.
"I know '' she said
She faced the window, her back was tense with an anger
she couldn't face
The moon was a yellow fish hook in the sky.
I felt somehow justified
to myself,
It was all so tangible, so real,
The window, the yellow moon.
An unspoken anger
casts an inky shadow over me.
My mind does a sudden leap,
folds in on its self.
I am alone with the moon.
A great start with a nice poem, James Catt. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
The ill fated moment was reversed, anger never matured. All because attention was reverted to yellow moon. A very contemporary poem in its style of emotional display. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem with elegant poetic expression.. I liked it...10