Poetry

[L Douglas St Ours]

THE MOON STONE POEM

I'm writing a poem off the wall
a poem I happened upon
as prickly and wiggly
as an airborne saucer
you know I had to chase
but by god I caught it
like a prayer in drag
a pocket dust poem
photographing a moment
picturing a penny poem
taken by a candid camera
a soft as a dove poem
from a hard as ice man
for whom poetry
was a wild journey
made gentle
into a good poem
lighting nothing
which wasn't easy
without a battery
with words and stones
coming to life as poems
in the poet's dream
the voices scream
as the faces gleam
the stanzas stream
in a moon stone poem
whose verse I took
and put in my galaxy pocket
where I jingled the stars like loose change.

by L DOUGLAS ST OURS September 2010

[Doreen Peri]

I love this! I love the imagery and rhythm and flow. Reads like music! NICE!

Thanks for joining us here, Doug! Welcome to the Studio.

[still.trucking]

Thank you for the poem,
I enjoyed reading it.
I don't have much ear for music, but I could hear your poem.

[theirishsea]

I like the progression of images that create the poem.