..
the moon’s
a balloon
full of pretty
people, sliding
faces st(r)ung
by stars.
the sun’s
the one
we painted
that day we had
orange joy
to spare.
..
Written for Toads.
..
the moon’s
a balloon
full of pretty
people, sliding
faces st(r)ung
by stars.
the sun’s
the one
we painted
that day we had
orange joy
to spare.
..
Written for Toads.
This is so creative and full of orange joy to spare. Thanks so much for participating with this thoughtful and fun poem, De. K.
in line with ee cummings –i love the orange joy. i can almost taste it (and no, it doesn’t taste like paint)
luv this, i too read som of EE Cummings before responding to the prompt, oh and i’m happy you dropped in to read mine
much love…
So happy I came back for one more romp through the poems ~~ love this!
I like the sharpness hidden in this whimsical piece.
Light as the balloon, but also as strong since it can carry so many, and the contrasting stanza only makes each one more itself. Which is to say, enjoyed it very much.
Love your thoughts on this, de!! Closing with paint of orange spare joy…yes!! That every day could hold some of that color!
delicious words. Loved this imaginative poem.