Speak to me, Moon, of what you see.
Oh! I forgot; you CAN'T see. Pardon me.
Then speak to me, Moon, of what you hear.
Damn, you are deaf also, Moon. How queer!
Ok then. Speak to me, Moon, of what you feel,
as you gaze down on our cities of concrete and steel.
What's that you say, Moon? You don't like what you see.
Well, I didn't build them, so please don't blame ME! ! |
(March 2014)
Saw it in your suggested poem list. Enjoyed the humor. Moon may not speak or see but he is a good listener for sure. Otherwise so many of us wouldn't be talking to him!
after reading your poem Sir, it reminds me of this nursery rhymes about the Moon..i recited in front of my classmates when i was 6years old.. I SEE THE MOON AND THE MOON SEE'S ME, GOD BLESS THE MOON AND GOD BLESS ME'.......vow
LOL. Wow Bri, first meals on wheels, then some others, and let's get back the Mr. Moon! It could a Miss, or maybe Mister. Hey, can you write a poem about the Sun as well? This was hilarious! 10!
Ah! If the reflective little lady could speak we would all get a spoonful. Imaginative write, Bri. Read Kim Barney's poem mentioning this one!
Moon is the witness to all change. From thick forest to twinkling nights on earth...even if it doesn't speak...it has seen all.
Cont...It can even tingle the mind. A very witty write. Beautifully crafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have known of some people talking to dogs and cats; but to the moon? You need help my friend! !