Oh Luna, you light monger
Peddling your parables
Poeming me pretty words
Hobnobbing with the clouds
As I am left sleepless
Tossed and tangled
Between lucid thoughts
And muddled dreams
You’re so astronomical
But I find you comical
Spinning your tales in the stars
It’s time to Q44 at dVerse Poets Pub. Victoria is our lovely host. Join us with your own quadrille, a poem with exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must include the given word or a form of it and this week the word is “poem”.
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