where were you the night
the moon fell from the sky?
were you sleeping or dreaming
as the moon flew by?i watched in dismay as
it tumbled like a leaf
landing in the meadow
where the wildflowers sleep
i haled the little dipper
and much to my surprise
the dipper lifted the moon
back into the night sky!the grateful moon,
forever in the dipper's debt,
kissed the dipper's stars
as the wildflowers slept
Originally posted under my pen name Elizabeth Anne Ives.
Originally posted on my blog, Tales of Darkness, under my pen name, Elizabeth Anne Ives.
"Pull back," the moon directed, "you're too close for true perspective."
"But it's a poem in all but name," I declared! "Look at its edges, you can make out a form within the measures and meters it conforms!
Shameful attempts at rhyme, but that can be forgiven. Before the days of free verse rhyme was the form of the time.
Oh look! It meanders from prose to heroic verse, but honestly at times it feels rehearsed.
It has circular patterns, a cacophony of sounds, iambic lines, that go round and round!
This line is pithy and witty, worthy of an epigram. It has the prosody of a compelling poetry slam!
It's a work in progress. A poem in all but name. In need of further critique, but a poem all the same.
Man in the moon what have you to say?"
"My dear, a poem in all but name will never see the light of day."
