A Fleeting Glimpse Of Tomorrow Poem by Rehan Hyder
A Fleeting Glimpse Of Tomorrow
I can see a pail of moon
Spilled over your head
Long rivulets of moonlight dripping
Touching the terra firma of your face
Remains of the day;
Lost like a crayon or pendant
In the crevices of sofa
Hold out promises
Mugged from the fat purse of time
Fingers reach out for your tuned timed strings
But start bleeding songs
sung in pagan tune
Set in illicitly trafficked verse
Moon descends to claim its pail
Turns red
Night sneaks into
A crevice of sofa
most nights sneak that way, rehan...i enjoyed reading this posting of urs...certain unique expression like moon spilling over the head, a pendant lost in the crevice of the sofa to name a few...one needs an extrordinary eye to make poetry out of these taken for granted experiences...
Rehan.. so softly softly for you... and your homeland in chaos again... aroha & to yours...10derly Deana xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:20:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a great idea of the pail of moon slipping over their head. Great work with creative imagery!