There is a harvest moon over Swansea. Makes me stay up late at night. Bedtime conversations wanting to talk about the Brexit and other things. Then when your sleeping, I talk about the moon; he tells me about the sun and all I can talk about is you.”
It’s touching to know that we’ve connected in a way that we want to remember.
Connecting with another human being is poetry to me. I think writing allows us to let others know how we feel about someone.
It’s more than words; it’s a feeling, where they are coming from, the spark and what makes the world go round and the things that breaks us too.
Every word is a piece of a puzzle; some words we look for; what I look for when I write and poetry is no exception.
Do you ever wonder if the poem your reading is about you?
I’ve always described myself as someone who can easily express feelings on paper.
I have found that through writing, that it is just my way of expression of whatever feelings we have shared.
Words that would not go on their own way, but words of affection that should not be left unsaid.
I’ve written the most about the conversations we’ve had and then later translated the spoken words onto paper; finding there is more than one way to express desire.
I will talk to the moon about us and share all my emotions and wanted you to know I can still feel everything that I’ve ever felt for you; and when the moon goes to bed and when the sun comes up again; those feelings still remain.
I just went outside last night to have a late night conversation with the moon. He just wanted to talk about the sun and I all could talk about is about was you.