The Gray Moon
A Renga Style Haiku
when the sun fell down
pieces of deep hot yellow
made me a cartoon
then i crept away
to decide what i should do
really quite confused
i asked the gray moon
who went on and on for hours
explaining daydreams
which made for nice company
but missed the point entirely
i dodged my eyes toward
the sound of the wind whistling
which made me happy
then i looked away
and saw a nimbus cloud wave
to a star that burst
he shyly giggled
when he noticed me watching
so of course i winked
if only the moon could see
what he misses from talking
2 Comments:
That is a very nice poem! I'm glad yo u shared it with us. I like the last line about if only the moon would see what he's missing from talking.
I get it. I like it. Wow you are so brilliant.
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