Poem - "Exploding Moon"
The Moon is everyone's personal pet rock...
A little experimental piece with two distinct approaches.
First, there’s modern free verse, free-form type stuff. “No rules, man! Don’t harsh my poetic mellow with your boundaries.”
And the second approach harks back several centuries with a wee bit of old school verse. Iambic pentameter’s in da house slingin’ mad rhyming couplets. No cap, G.
Since no one reads these introductions (in fact, I’ll prove it. Here’s my Social Security number: 970-78-6662!), let’s not lollygag any longer. Enjoy:
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Totally weird, and I loved it.
I was waiting for the “green cheese” reference. . .