the white freckles
on night's face,
speckle across.
or are the freckles
red and blue too?
(because if stars can be
red and blue,
why can't freckles too?)
the moon leans back
and puts his feet up;
his bright, white toenail
right into night's features.
or is that Chester smiling?
(the moon looks like
it could be a toenail
or Chester's secret smile.)
something between
a smile and a frown
was sent towards the moon
for putting his bare feet up.
and right into my face, moon!
(night and moon,
they like to bicker so,
but they still love each other.)
oh, dear moon, haha.
you should have known
that night would have
raised such a fuss,
when you put your feet up.
(don't frown at me so
like it was my idea
in the first place; it was yours.)
all of this happening,
right in front of me
as I hear the lonely,
loud howls of one coyote
and the night-birds sing.
(it was the moon's idea, night!
I swear it wasn't mine.
No, night! Not that kind of swearing!
moon don't you dare run away,
you come back right now!
it was your idea in the first place!)
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
