Whenever I see the moon, especially the full moon I’m reminded of the poem Silver by Sir Walter de la Mare. It was one of the early poems I remember reciting and loving. Mrs. Irene Kapoor( I. Kapoor miss to us), our English teacher had interpreted it so nicely.
I felt the poet in me stirring and came up with this. I have decided I will post my poems however idiotic they might be. After all I have got only this life to live, so I might as well live without any inhibitions. Better to be embarrassed and laughed at than to live out my days as a coward. I might as well get on with it. Cheers !
The moon is full and bright,
I look at it wistfully
with dreams in my eyes.
I wish I could stare into the eyes of a loved one,
and see the moon light reflected in its shadowy depths.
The yellow moon with grey scars on its face,
vibrating and pulsating like a living thing,
reminding me of my heart pumping along for dear life.
Overflowing with feelings,
with joys and sorrows,
radiating and shining forth,
showing others silvery light,
itself burning bright.
Ah the moon’s bright tonight,
so bright it hurts my eyes.
Tears spring forth free and fast,
it’s so heartbreakingly beautiful,
that I cry.