Chris Tyrimos


Supermoon - Poem by Chris Tyrimos

On a stuffy summers evening.
The super moon brought out the plasma phantoms.
In the country lanes and ancient mounts.
Mad men entered the minds of the sane, phantasmagoria.

The giant butterflies had faces,
they spoke French dialects, Creole,
Wearing periwigs ordering expensive cocktails.
On a liner, touring the south seas.

Children escaped their parents.
The rivers broke their banks.
Men left their wives and tap-danced,
as the super moon adjusted the thresholds of consciousness

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  • Susan Lacovara (1/19/2014 9:48:00 AM)


    I invite you to read my poems, The Breath Of The Moon, and For The Love Of Luna, as I am always drawn to the silvery glow o'erhead. Some seek the sun...I follow the moon. Captivated in your sentence 's space! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013


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