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The Night I Rode the Moon
by Gail WolperI mounted the moon
he smelled a bit cheezy
which is code for boozy
and he smiled at both
the moon was blue hazy
in an ink blue sky
through that whatnot door
of eternal calamity
and I closed that door
as my shy moon moaned
to my pleasure steed
as he rose again
and to morn we marched
in our ink blue sky
on our emerald bed
of forever wanting
but it didn't last
for the world is change
and the night withdrew
for the horse to munch
on his bed of grass
in the emerald sun
of that early rise
as reality fades
and I told you it was true
the night I rode my moon
08/29/2014 Posted on 08/30/2014
Copyright © 2025 Gail Wolper
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/30/14 at 12:41 PM The great thing about we poets is that we need no spaceship to get to the moon, as you've so aptly displayed her Gail. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/30/14 at 12:42 PM Oops...sorry that should be here not her although that kinda works too. :) |
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