Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is the word ‘Tomorrow‘. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here
Talking to a Restless Moon
On this scorching afternoon I spoke to a restless moon He said, “The sky’s blue balloon has been treacherously harpooned by a scary orange buffoon who openly sucks on his own dirty silver spoon and be warned, no one is immune”
Since then, I’ve been lying low But soon I’ll need to leave my hot bungalow And fly forward to a safer and cooler tomorrow
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “The Moon’s Love Song” is in this week’s edition … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-moons-love-song/
Note:My poem is a “Horatian Ode” * A Horatian ode is a lyrical poem that expresses personal feelings or thoughts, often characterized by a calm and reflective tone. It typically follows a structured form and addresses philosophical themes such as love, nature, and morality, drawing inspiration from the works of the Roman poet Horace. This type of ode is known for its musicality and balance, making it distinct from other forms like the Pindaric ode.
Shine, hail, or snow The moon glows and grows Into the wizard’s noble silver disc
“It’s Time, to make wish” Before the magical foil Shrinks and recoils Behind the earth’s orbital shadow Now bestowed with a sooty air flow From all the Wars surplus ammo
The Olympics are over Now! Is an appropriate time For our ancient and humble moon To accept the shiniest medal For being the friendly games All around the World, marathon champion During the endless days and sleepless nights Our timeless warrior of the sky Was the competitors overseeing, quiet achiever
Henceforth I duly declare The “All Nations” podium belongs to the moon For today, tonight, and all of our tomorrow’s
Musette: three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend’s Challenge is the word Mislead. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Here, my poem is about the ‘Midday Moon’ being “Misled”
I wandered outside the evening air was damp and cold and the moon was sharing the dappled midnight sky with dark satiny clouds
forlornly I looked up and quizzically asked the moon “I have failed my words were drowned in the hail I’m poor and unbound all I have is muddy ground who listens anyhow? where do I go now?”
do not fret my friend “as Confucius said, It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop and that old Japanese Proverb Fall down seven times, stand up eight “
I wandered back inside the desk lantern was still burning I reopened my torn notebook and begun writing again
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 