Mooncakes

 

That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.

Some oriental harmony
I never heard

Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.

Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .

Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.

I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.

 

 


PROMPT #17: write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

 

Skeltonic Tonic: Prompt 16


Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse.
In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme.

Have I been feverish? 

Glad you asked.

With this your silly soul

is tasked:

Virtue-signaling,

scowling, masked . . .

Lyrically, I’m quite

infected—

Poetically,

you’re unprotected.

Breathing in all that

fake news,

Alarmed by your own

progressive views,

your hysteria

is upsetting.

(God is absent

from your fretting.)

 

 

I Skeltonized a poem I had already written. I think I like the original better:

 

 

Poetic Protocols

 

♥ To KAREN, who knows who she is

Have I been feverish?  Glad you asked.

Lyrically, I’m quite infected—

You, on the other hand, breathe fake news

Alarmed by your own progressive views.

With this your silly soul is tasked:

Poetically, you’re unprotected;

Virtue-signaling, scowling, masked . . .

Your hysteria is upsetting.

(God is absent from your fretting.)

 

 

Try to come up with
A daily April haiku
On Nature and stuff