And the waning sun radiates off the stone planter and through my rear.
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An American sentence is a 17-syllable haiku presented in a single line of poetry.
And the waning sun radiates off the stone planter and through my rear.
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An American sentence is a 17-syllable haiku presented in a single line of poetry.
In her synchronous rotation with Earth
Afloat in a pool of slippery blackness
She speaks in phrases of the moon
.
Listeners often misheard short words
That turned the nation’s eyes to the skies
Gave them hope with a simple mission
.
Fascinated by mistakes
What people say
What people hear
.
Hey diddle diddle, familiar to every Britain,
The moon is an idiom again
It got its name having been smuggled at night
.
When we talk
We formulate light
Retrieve words
Memory and move
.
And these errors
They rarely occur
But once every three years
With a month full of two moons
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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Slavery” by Punam Sharma. If you would like to read the poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/06/w3-prompt-10-weave-written-weekly/
Shut up you alarm clock!
Why were you made?
Who sent you this morning
To spoil my aubade?
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I want the sun to set
The hours that I keep.
I could have one more hour
With my mistress sleep.
.
Because then I could do
What my ancestors had done
And not bemoan you
But bemoan the sun.
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An aubade is a poem where lovers berate the rising of the sun because they must separate and go on separately throughout the day. I think that the aubade is a little bit old fashioned. I mean, in this day and age, who wakes up to the rising of the sun. I am not saying that I am being less cliché because everybody hates their alarm clocks, but I just thought the aubade could use a bit of a modern twist. If you want to read more about the aubade or any other poetry terms, check out the glossary of poetic terms from the Poetry Foundation at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms
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Dew dripping from treetop
Branches lit by descending
Rays of sunshine.
Steam from black rooves dries
Dew with suns fire burns away
Nights drowning darkness.
Sun drenched shed leaves long
Shadows parting leaves of grass
Between green and green.
Summer sunlight reins
The sky, parts clouds, and removes
Color from water.
Coffee ring on the
Table revealed by the glare
Of sun brightening.
The sun dries the dew
On the far side casting thick
Shadows on the grass.
The sun hangs lowly
Behind the clouds, the trees, the
Horizon, the day.
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