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!
Sep 24, 2020 @ 20:19:33
Love this tale, Lynn. Great ending.
Sep 25, 2020 @ 08:55:35
And the man in the moon smiles 🙂
Sep 26, 2020 @ 19:28:55
🌝
Sep 24, 2020 @ 13:55:16
Oh yeah! Don’t we wish we could all do that! I like how he “locked his door” before setting sail. Nice detail.
Sep 25, 2020 @ 08:55:03
I appreciate your comments, Dora 🙂
Sep 24, 2020 @ 13:24:49
This is absolutely fabulous! 💝 I love how you address ” infernal decibilled racket,” which I resonate with deeply living in a city where there is noise 24/7. Who doesn’t want peace and tranquility amid the stars? 🙂
Sep 25, 2020 @ 08:53:29
Thanks, Sanaa! Some American cities have grown ugly with all the noisy troublemakers.
Sep 24, 2020 @ 09:28:06
Fun