May 16, 2012

A full-figured sun impresses itself on the water

Spanning the length of the river

Ripples who want to be waves storm up against the rocks

As though the ebb and flow were their own

Idea and not that of some whispering moon

Who has made a career of writing speeches

For the sun and translating the prose of the Earth

Into verse I think I’d rather be the tides today

When I break against the rocks it will be

Out of sparkle or

Spite or

Righteous indignation

Not a sense of duty to

The planetary prophets:

Let the stars learn to stumble

Over words and phrases and the moon

Over phases

Let this be a dialogue, impromptu and

Imperfect.

Reviews

[zainul]

A good write.
Any reference of the date mentioned as the title (May 16, 2012) in description would help a reader to grasp the poem easily.