Musing under the moonlight Streaming through glass doors I wonder if the Moon beings, too Meditate on our blue-green orb Does it work for them and how As we spin on the axis of flaws? Do they think, we Earthlings Beneath the aurora borealis Are so distant, alluring, magical! Does all creation seek answers Across obscure transcendence Is it the destiny of cosmos To seek what’s not to be ours!
Squeaky unoiled hinges Of swings in the park Sweaty breeze on the face Games in an idyllic noon A clang of metallic toy ponies Multi-hued flying frisbees Muddy barefoot squeals Merry-go-round treble Run and hide, hide and seek Playing till night descends Yes, freedom of innocence Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Henry. E. Roscoe. Spectrum Analysis. London: MacMillan and Co, 1869 — Source.
Traveling unrestrained The vast wilderness Floating on clouds Making mistakes Capturing the bliss Of throwing care To the whistling winds That was meant to be Our universal destiny. But look at us now And all our messy lives Seeking happiness, In paper money Living in castles Built of dead trees On barren lands Failing to behold Nature that throbs With the power Of just being!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for F.A Pouchet. The Universe: The Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little. 13th edition. London: Blackie & Son, ca. 1896 — Source.
In the labyrinths of silence I explore inner darkness In awe, I see the lines rusted Of rotting pain Etched on my heart By recollections deep Digging in like ridged shards Most painful are moments I try to, but I can’t recall They lie in the gloomy corners Smothered by macabre screams The ones I had muffled For I knew no one cared
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edward J. Goodman. Too Curious. London; Guildford: Bentley & Son, 1888 — Source.