tired old man in the moon
had had enough of listening
to earth’s noisy troublemakers!
how can anyone sleep with
that infernal decibilled racket?
he was definitely full of it, so
he donned his top hat and
swallow-tailed coat, locked
his door and set sail to a star.
Ekphrastic poetry at dVerse poets’ pub hosted by Lillian and featuring the uniquely surreal artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein.
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 27, 2020 @ 21:20:36
It is a time of challenge and self reflection. While many need the quiet there are those the thrive on the noise.
Sep 28, 2020 @ 11:46:36
Yes, Janice, that’s true too!