I Saw The Moon At Lunchtime

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I Saw The Moon At Lunchtime

she was looking pale and wan.

The sun was glowing cheeked

behind lace curtains.

 

Regular hours are essential to health

You never see a nocturnal solar excursion.

He is a sensible chap of regular habit.

 

That lunar lady though!

Always sickly,

she wastes.

I have seen her reclining.

So thin,

as if she might disappear.

 

Next thing you know,

she is all bloated.

Lolling about.

Same pallor.

Same shadowed complexion,

but fat.

 

Good old sun.

Glowing with health.

Never more than a spot or two.

Full of energy.

 

I don't think La Lune

will last a lot longer

with her yo-yoing

eating disorders,

parchment skin,

irregular hours,

tired torpidity,

apparent morbidity.

 

Go on my sun.

You could live another

six billion years.

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Zuzanna Musial

Sat 29th Dec 2007 10:39

Malcolm~ The picture in your poem again is very well described! The Moon shows the fazes slowly through your write.


"That lunar lady though!
Always sickly,
she wastes.
I have seen her reclining.
So thin,
as if she might disappear.

Next thing you know,
she is all bloated.
Lolling about.
Same pallor.
Same shadowed complexion,
but fat."

Your comparison to a sickly lady that really makes me thing about your hidden thoughts and your way of writing. led slowly into deep thinking what you the writer wanted to conwey to a reader.

I must say you are VERY CREATIVE!

Thank you for another great poem...Zuzanna

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