Discrete Inspiration
You used to have a conductor’s baton
You used to sneak close
and would silently knock
at the door of my comprehension
we used to communicate easily
through the poem recited in the mind
one day though
you did not come anymore
all moments of the body eclipsed by amazement
they were suddenly abandoned
inside of the intimate symbol
of creation
which has been swallowed up by the moon of the wild sky
with the ease with which he swallows the howls of wolves
in the corner where you used to stay
there was a note
I’ve never thought you could write
as instead of fingers
you used to have a conductor’s baton
you wrote
we had never met before
About the Creator
Mihai Brinas
Mihai is the author of five collections of poems. Invitation to Poetry, Alignment of Thoughts, Crossroads, Thoughts That Bring Us Closer, and Connections.
Mihai keeps on writing while still believing in the power of honesty and love.
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