One of the many things I love about writing poetry is its riddle sense. Usually the idea for a piece begins with something that intrigues me. And if something intrigues me, I create in my mind a moving picture about that challenging something to try making (some) sense of it, attempting to see it “functioning”.

This poem is one of those “films”, sparked by my admiration of our cosmos, and life’s spirited ties.

“Loved rock, hunchbacked before the moon,

Offering its grey spine, hugged by flowing curves of knight gold,

In exploding stars to the swirled heavens, feeding its starry dome”

(Single Poem: 420 words, 56 lines)