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Monday Poetry Prompt: Moon

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To honor the 50th anniversary of the first man on the moon this week, let’s write a poem about the moon. Sure, the moon might be most popular inspiration for poetry after love but that doesn’t mean the best moon poem has been written yet. Write an ode to the moon or astronauts, write an elegy for the Apollo program, write a poem about werewolves, I don’t care, just write!

Then post your results in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

Discussion

15 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Moon

  1. Selenography

    Six times we came to visit.
    Six times we left behind a mess.
    Perhaps you appreciated the flags
    and sentimental items,
    but what of the trash?

    Equipment that served its purpose
    and bags of human waste
    to lighten the load
    and make room for rocks and soil.

    Were you happy to see us leave?
    Children in your home.
    Can you still love us
    though we have forgotten you are a goddess?

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | July 23, 2019, 6:24 PM
  2. Cold Light Of Day.
    Many many dark moons ago
    A neanderthal gazed up, dull eyes aglow,
    Millennia later, up goes Apollo-
    Now that there’s no warm heavenly body, hell no.
    Wonders have ceased, but now we know,

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by obbverse | July 19, 2019, 11:05 PM
  3. In 2019
    moon over Manhattan shone
    lone lighting the streets

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | July 15, 2019, 5:25 PM
  4. Under light of night
    we talked of man on the moon
    how small that became

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | July 15, 2019, 5:23 PM
  5. the moon’s kiss of white light
    a whisper of peace where
    frogs croak, fireflies blink

    while its quiet power
    moves the earth’s molten center,
    rocks oceans in their beds

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Steve Croft | July 15, 2019, 3:54 PM

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