I waited alone in my
room all night long
I twiddled my thumbs
I hummed an old song
I wrote a short story
a sonnet or two,
a limerick, acrostic,
free verse and haiku
I ate a stale cookie
maybe two or three
I went to the kitchen
and brewed up some tea
I tried playing cards
and my favorite board game
but all by myself
they were actually quite lame
I stared out the window
at a dark inky sky
Not even a star
twinkled back in reply
I waited all night
for that soft glowing face
I suppose the old moon
must be lost out in space
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Over at d’Verse Meeting the Bar, Victoria is asking “Me, Myself and I …or is it?’
The challenge is to write a poem in the first person
How fun. I can see children loving this poem and, I suppose, the child in each of us–the moon playing hide and seek. Nicely rhymed.
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thanks, Victoria 🙂
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Sometime it is hard to know exactly what to do when one has time on one’s hands! It is a rough life when even the stars don’t twinkle back!
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To be bored at night.. I like how you used such light text in such dark world.
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thanks 🙂
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I think we all know the feeling of been sleepless and bored. Nice take on the prompt!
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Thanks much!
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This is an insomniacs reality said with such a lilting flow!
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I echo Carol’s sentiments.. this was really an apt description 🙂
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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The rhyme scheme made this flow like a song! I enjoyed the closing as last night I asked the same question…where are you moon?!
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A long night indeed. Time seems so much slower then.
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it really does
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Awwww. I love this.There’s some Shel Silverstein in here. 😉
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Waiting for the moon…this is a sweet and lovely write.
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thanks Bryan!
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Waiting on the moon and the stars to tuck us in….aww
An enjoyable read.
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😊
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Moon of Magic
dreamy liGht you
SinG mY sOul
a SonG that’s alWays
new.. oh ‘they’.. they
took you away..
perhaps
at age
5.. in Kindergarden..
perhaps in private
Catholic School
at 7.. or maybe
back in
‘Southern’
ways of
small
town
bully
boy
middle
schools..
who said
only queers
smile big and
wide with ART dreams..
i am no longer a boy
i am a 230 LB Martial
Artist who leg presses
half a ton 25 times with
arms raised in air
like a frigging
ballerina..
but the thing
iS Love rules
me by the pale
moonlight
of midnight
dreams
Love
Frees Love
i am.. stronger
and freer and younger
driving 55 than ever before..
heHE.. sure it’s a poem but the
thing iS.. i can prove every word
in the eyes of science and
bully
boys
too..
happy now
my friend.. it’s
worth shaRinG..
wiTh KInD and COUrAGE
As ONly CiNDERFEllAS
REaLLY KnOW and FeeL..:)
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Wow! Powerful response.
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SMiLes.. thanks for all the continuing inspiration.. My friend..:)
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