A Moon without a Spoon
Day broke
like yolk
on a glass plate
soaking a porridge
of clouds
Moon woke
like a dish
empty of purpose
on the wrong
side of the sky
_______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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October 20th, 2014 12:15 pm
I love your poem.
October 20th, 2014 1:00 pm
It’s a fun poem, even if the poor moon did end up on the wrong side of the sky. 🙂
October 20th, 2014 3:36 pm
What a fun poem. Love it!!!!
October 20th, 2014 3:39 pm
Beautiful poem!
October 20th, 2014 4:22 pm
The day and night contrast work so well.. I love the way you have used rhymes here.
October 20th, 2014 6:41 pm
Always love your poetry.
October 20th, 2014 6:46 pm
Oh, and you take great photographs, too.
October 20th, 2014 8:08 pm
Thank you!
October 20th, 2014 10:12 pm
This is funny. I like it a lot.
October 21st, 2014 6:03 am
This has almost a mournful feel despite the rhymes, a little dystopian– it, to me, creates a great picture of someone a little down looking at the world. Well done. K.
October 21st, 2014 9:33 am
I see it.
October 21st, 2014 10:12 am
It was written on an early morning ride to Roanoke when the sunrise was coming on strong and the moon was looking out of place on the opposite side of the sky. The first line that came was “the moon woke up on the wrong side of the sky.”