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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Full Moon

Full moon
mocks the morning sky
Empty dinner plate
lays on the breakfast table
Night does not end
with the sun
I awoke alone.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen

8 comments:

Helen said...

Mouse, this is a great poem ... you packed much into few lines.

Margaret said...

Oh, an epic tale in so few words! Wonderful!

Brian Miller said...

night does not end with the sun....very cool line that...and it sets up the weight of that ALONE well...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW! You said so much, with so few words - that is really great writing! The reader begins wondering. These lines could begin a short story!!!!!

Kay L. Davies said...

Very well done, Lolamouse, nowhere near 50 words but with such depth! Excellent write.
K

hedgewitch said...

Looking inside and outside that window--and scary both ways. Great short phrases full of mind-pictures(the empty dinner plate) add mystery and lots of shadow. Really one of my faves of yours, LM.

Helena said...

I totally agree with the others. Fine indeed!

Mama Zen said...

Killer close! I really like this.