Jun 2013
I dished a crescent moon
onto a page
of poetry
But the point
ran away from me-
it just would not stay put
Perhaps it is looking for the spoon.
Is that a little dog I can hear laughing.
onto a page
of poetry
But the point
ran away from me-
it just would not stay put
Perhaps it is looking for the spoon.
Is that a little dog I can hear laughing.
This is a followup to my other poem here about moon-Edible Moon-which lost its tip. Challenged by startoucher to write about that- this is the response!
