At 5 my Grandpa
told me that
everyone can see
their own face
etched in the
full moon’s
shadows.
I’m still up there,
cratered out
and stuck
an expression
of soul.
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Shout out to Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides for the Wednesday prompt: stuck. Visit the link for more creative responses.
2 comments:
I love this poem!
well delivered poem.
lovely words.
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