The moon trudged
across the night sky
like a bag-lady dressed
in dirty, stringy rags.
Her rusty wire cart
left a trail of faded stars;
wheels eerily squealing
from ghosts of better times.
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- Pat Paulk
- 2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
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13 comments:
The moon is not to be the same again.
Welcome back, Pat! You know we have missed you.
Great to see you back here where you belong!
Your poetry is sharp as ever...
a bit squeaky--maybe a good night's rest?
What a sad and haunting moon this is!
I've seen those moons before.
So glad to see you Pat! I've been checking
for your return.
Delightful! P.S. I at first read "wire cart" as "wine cart". :-)
fantastic! I get the feel of cold in this - maybe just because it's so cold here tonight.
the picture is in my head now....
Hi Pat!
so long!! & so nice to see you :-)
ehhh- the poem - to me, a bit depressing...the moon should be moving brilliantly...and if it stays through...wow!
yeah, but sometimes as it moves i have seen it throwing dust on shining stars..may be just for fun -to make the journey more pleasureful!?
wishes!
devika
hope all is fine with you..i see some of my good friends here...i'd first met them also here...
Wow what a fantastic image! So good to read you again Pat.
Welcome back to the fray, pat.
homeless
the squeaky wheel
on her shopping cart
Your squeaky wheel reminded me of this, although they are obviously very different. Yours is much more cosmic and very good, too.
Pat, you have not lost your touch, still as sharp as ever. :)
i love the images you painted. now, why do i keep thinking about the current global financial mess after reading your poem? :)
glad ya are back!
and thanks for stopping by!
reading you again is a delight!
welcome back :)
Even if I wasn't a moon lover, this poem would still elicit tingles.
LOVE this!
Ahhh...I love the way you portray the moon here!
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