Treasure Island

Luca Menin


The Astronaut


Up and down rhythmically grins
The fluid sky, crushed the exhausted land
Standing in a miscarry rubble of dust
Above the fountain of time

Immaculate astronaut, floating stars
Pathetic like amnesia like an insect nausea
in a projected movies of acid harassment
Swimming in the universe inside my head.

In the distant silence desperation, my eyes mummified
Out there counter current swimming
In regions of celestial illusion
Primitive electric hills dispersed in the multitude.

Quiet in the vacuum of the space
Beneath the garden of jasmine eyes
Sipping from shells of water
The astronaut stray at the edge of the infinite

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Astronaut by Luca Menin )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Dance Away...., Diana Euyoque
  2. What I Want From This Crazy Place, Lucy Dowlingbrown
  3. In Dreams I Prefer To Be, Rohit Sapra
  4. Treasure Chest Of Our Soul, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  5. Where the mind is free, Praveen Gola
  6. Freedom Of Creativity, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  7. City of Gardens, Akhtar Jawad
  8. Heart's Timeless Chambers, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  9. chand aur chehra, rohit kumar choudhary
  10. Lust, Gianni Pansensoy

Poem of the Day

poet Sara Teasdale

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]