Overheard Overhead

{found poems in moon thought}

 

..

As far as mass goes,
she’s a stone. No light of
her own.

The actual length, in flatrocks
is waning. She’s shrinking,
thinking.

Looks prehistoric, right?
She’s sky-wise and old bone
tired. Wired for something more.

 

..

..
NaPoWriMo for day 21 asks us to incorporate ‘overheard 
speech.” My nature-loving son is upstairs having a conversation with a friend about scorpions and reptiles he has seen in our desert. The italics are portions of their conversation. 

 

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2 Responses to Overheard Overhead

  1. Fabulous combination of your words and theirs.

  2. Ah, this is lovely! I especially love the last two lines.

Use your words.

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