Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Invention - Poem by Billy Collins

Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,

and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look

like a silver football,
and nine, maybe ten days ago
it reminded me of a thin bright claw.

But eventually --
by the end of the month,
I reckon --

it will waste away
to nothing,
nothing but stars in the sky,

and I will have a few nights
to myself,
a little time to rest my jittery pen.


Comments about Invention by Billy Collins

  • Rookie - 18 Points Ian Fraser (7/20/2011 8:36:00 PM)

    Wonderful fantasy. I have to write 20 characters (though Kyle didn't, I so hate injustice) so I will say it again. Wonderful fantasy. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 4 Points Kyle Hamp (6/28/2008 9:28:00 PM)

    nice write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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