This past Friday's moon was absolutely huge and beautiful. I figured I'd share this poem. It is in the spirit of Ryokan (at least I hope so), a hermit Zen Buddhist monk.
Large bright moon-iris glowing.
I walk down the streets,
Hard asphalt is black-
Snow gleams in the radiant lunar glow.
People’s faces frantic in the night.
Pulled like waterless waves,
They laugh with one another.
About Me
- Nathan Floom
- Bowling Green, Ohio, United States
- I'm a Creative Writing Student at Bowling Green State University. I hold that life is full of surprises and mysteries-whether that be from the world around you, or the people you meet in everyday life. Writing and literature are the best ways to explore the grand surprise that is life.
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