Don’t Talk About the Moon Like That

She’s flat
-out shimmer-skip tired of labels,
green fables twist-grin breathed.

She’s not
a bubble or a shadowspill
of spark, a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar.

She’s got
a million miles to dance, jar the breeze,
lull-melt herself sane. Her journey leaves us


A second offering for the Q over at dVerse, fondly known as The One With All the Words. 

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11 Responses to Don’t Talk About the Moon Like That

  1. I love the freedom of your writing. I never seem to be able to loosen up like that…

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Thanks, Maureen. My favorite way to loosen up in writing is to start out with “this poem is…” and then have the poem itself tell me what it wants to be…just meander through words and sounds and don’t worry about any of it making sense to anybody but the poem. 😉

  2. Grace says:

    Wow De ~ Love the creative pairing of words like:

    shadowspill, a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar.

    You and Bjorn are really good with these challenges ~

  3. Pleasant Street says:

    I love the moon, and your poem is like a lovely little dance

  4. Wow… love how you created this… and the title is just perfect. I wonder how long we can write our poem including all the words.

  5. Cello Jolie says:

    LOL. The moon’s flat-chested. That cracked me up. 😛

    Love this: “twist-grin breathed”
    Oh, wow: “She’s not … a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar”

  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Brilliant and beautiful.

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