to the poet

you spin with the rings of Saturn and twirl around the stars when they combust you catch wisps of their memories as they die having witnessed centuries and use them greedily as you scribble your poems, unconscious of yourself. -Moniba. Advertisements

“I wish, I wish, with all my might…”

Lonely days and lonely nights Make me wish wish all my might Someone here would share my time Share my dreams and share my fears Make me smile and just be mine… Read my mind and help me find All the bad and all the good All the things that make me wild Take control […]

And here sits the poet

Black crows, circling the sky Beneath dark clouds, alone they fly Coconut trees, with lush green blades Swaying leaves, and trunks with plaids Gravel, marked with tire tracks and stones Footsteps strange and familiar it owns Along the road, a light turns on A swing set, a porch seat, a life is born And here […]

The little girl and her balloon

{Watch the slideshow too, it’s just a doodle for fun.} The little girl clutched her balloon tightly Careful not to let it go. She loved it and wanted it to stay with her Forever. Alas, she clutched too tightly, The balloon flew up to the ceiling of the room. Horrified, she looked. Determined, she climbed […]

Inspired by “When I heard the learn’d astronomer” by Walt Whitman

Writing an essay last night, I broke a sentence in the middle, To draw a margin on the next page. The margin on the paper, Seemed to make a margin in my mind, In my trainĀ of thought as well. And when I continued the essay, I started somewhere else. ~Moniba.