Poetry
Posted: July 27th, 2012, 3:39 pm
THE MOON STONE POEM
I'm writing a poem off the wall
a poem I happened upon
as prickly and wiggly
as an airborne saucer
you know I had to chase
but by god I caught it
like a prayer in drag
a pocket dust poem
photographing a moment
picturing a penny poem
taken by a candid camera
a soft as a dove poem
from a hard as ice man
for whom poetry
was a wild journey
made gentle
into a good poem
lighting nothing
which wasn't easy
without a battery
with words and stones
coming to life as poems
in the poet's dream
the voices scream
as the faces gleam
the stanzas stream
in a moon stone poem
whose verse I took
and put in my galaxy pocket
where I jingled the stars like loose change.
by L DOUGLAS ST OURS September 2010
I'm writing a poem off the wall
a poem I happened upon
as prickly and wiggly
as an airborne saucer
you know I had to chase
but by god I caught it
like a prayer in drag
a pocket dust poem
photographing a moment
picturing a penny poem
taken by a candid camera
a soft as a dove poem
from a hard as ice man
for whom poetry
was a wild journey
made gentle
into a good poem
lighting nothing
which wasn't easy
without a battery
with words and stones
coming to life as poems
in the poet's dream
the voices scream
as the faces gleam
the stanzas stream
in a moon stone poem
whose verse I took
and put in my galaxy pocket
where I jingled the stars like loose change.
by L DOUGLAS ST OURS September 2010
