Monday, October 6, 2008

Lunatic

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Lunatic

I see
her eyes
reflecting
from the quartered
moon shining on
my grinning
forehead
as I trudge
around long
suburban
blocks thinking
of nothing
nothing
nothing
but her

I laugh
aloud
at how silly I sound
in silence, in
darkness broken
only by pinpricks
poked by stars
& that inimitable
grin reflecting
her eyes
upon me
I fear
that I will wave
my arms like mad
and be dragged
away: a lunatic
whose love
for the moon
is mistaken
for madness


October 5, 2008



Thanks to Christine Stewart for her help in editing this poem.

2 comments:

Gadfly said...

COOL! thank you for following IAB.

Worried American
Gadfly Refuter
Granny Ann

Author Amok said...

Hey, friend. Love the imagery in this poem. I am looking for a particular haiku for you. Meanwhile, the haiku poet Issa wrote many poems about the moon. See for yourself: http://thegreenleaf.co.uk/hp/Issa/00haiku.htm