Poem of the Day

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Tanka

 

Last night, the full moon

hung like a papery lamp

over my quiet road.

I savoured the chilly sky –

the moon tagging my shadow.

Katherine Gallagher

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

(first published in The Unidentified Flying Omelette, ed. Andrew Fusek Peters, Hodder & Stoughton)

 

Poem of the Day

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Moon

 

Moon, I know

you’re rather fickle –

not long ago

you were thin as a sickle

 

but look at you now –

It’s night’s high noon

and you’re fat and full

as a blown balloon.

 

Moon, your face

is made of light

and you hang like hope

against the night,

 

waxing, waning,

sometimes gone,

always changing,

moving on.

 

©   Kate O’Neil
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

Poem of the Day

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Moonlight

 

The light of the moon

On a clear clear night

Brings out the Fish

But not to bite

 

Leaping out of the water

Higher each time

Teasing the fishermen

Is not a fish crime?

 

Meeting in the river

Holding fish school

Teaching the young ones

How not to be fooled

 

Big ones and small ones

Middle-sized fish

None of these beauties

Will end up on a dish

 

By the light of the moon

On a bright clear night

Not one fish caught

Not one little bite

 

Jeanie Axton
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem of the Day

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Moonlight Surprise

 

The moonlight shines brightly

casting dancing shadows afar.

A tiger prowls past

Creeping into the night.

Just behind a tree

a crouching black mystery

seems to be stalking

me in the deep,

dark, black night shadows.

But as I draw

closer and closer surprise!

For the black mystery

Isn’t a scary thing.

As the dancing moonlight

shines ever so brightly.

Then I see revealed

our dog Elmo hiding

behind a dark tree.

Elmo crouches and waits

to doggy surprise me

in the night so

that I’m never alone.

Karen Hendriks
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16