The poet and the engineer

by Saerelune   Jan 11, 2020

"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic
description of my muse.

Because all I see is a hot air balloon
rising each night to peck the sun on his cheek;
a crystal ball, anchored in the unknown,
holding the tale of a million lovers;
an iris peeking from behind its starry sheet
as it maps out the constellation of you and me.

Perhaps I'm too much of a poet,
wishing for you to see us as a poem,
when all you see is a rock formation
in perfect balance, like friendship.

Then again, you are the kind of man
who could make ice cream feel like snow,
without likening it to Mount Everest.

And I think to myself:
yea, the moon's a nice rock,
keeps me grounded to the earth.

I wish you were my rock.



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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Star

    Judging Comment:

    This is so beautiful. Though the minds of an engineer and a poet wont match each other., Saerelunw found an amazing solution with her words.
    The opening hooked me, and I was smiling with every part I read.
    Very well written!! Love this!!

  • 1 month ago

    by Everlasting

    Hey, nice to see you back.

    By the way, the moon is a nice rock indeed. On some occasions, when I see it, it rocks me to sleep. It just feels like someone threw that nice rock over my head. I start seeing stars all over the sky. I feel a bit dizzy like i would faint. It just has that effect on me. The moon rocks.

    congrats on your win.

  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    I love this!! Congratulations ^_^

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