|
Where are you Mr. Moon?
by Shannon McEwenIn this brightly, sunny afternoon
I lift my face to the warmth and
I look for the hidden moon
But sadly, I look a little too soon
There’s no man, no cow
No shiny silver spoon
Only brilliant blue
And cotton candy clouds
Wishing, wishes it wasn’t true
Let the cool darkness
Surround these hot cheeks
Like a lover’s embrace
Ragged breathe across my face
A place where there’s nothing to do
But rest a weary head,
And children’s cries are few
In the comfort of my bed
I can dream little dreams
Away from toddlers screams
And the chores piled high
That disregards my tired sighs
Giggles like mad men
Between the ages of three and ten
And me here, wishing for bedtime
To return some peace unto this place
Give me some semblance of some space
Until that damned sun rises again
And restarts this daily race
03/25/2012 Posted on 03/26/2012
Copyright © 2026 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/12 at 02:43 AM Damn that consistent sun. But, hey, I loved this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/26/12 at 08:22 PM Hoping he takes your hand shortly and provides relief. I enjoyed this slap at routine that is on going. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/28/12 at 07:07 PM ... excellent..... |
|
