SHAPE SHIFTING
Inside the moon is nest of chameleon,
In recluse I watch their puffed necks,
As they scuttle by under camouflage,
How come the moon shifts shape?
Its not because of me, it because of them,
Silent gaze is your best retort,
For poems are never stored to yon moon,
Only shared in utter desperation,
When words are all we got but nought,
For light or shadowy cloud or halo.
SHAPE SHIFTING© gillena cox 2017
imaginary garden
Micro Poetry ~ Uncomplicated Things
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor
✿Ü“Enjoy The Music
Poems shared in desperation. That line spoke to me in these volatile times.
ReplyDeleteA wise depth to your words Gillena. If only the world was different...
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Thank you for your appreciation Anna
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A wise poem.
ReplyDeletethank you for your appreciation Toni
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It all started with the chameleon, they get the blame. I wonder what they think of all the Words.
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Interesting thought, a nest of chameleons in the moon. We seem to have some shape shifters in government too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sarah
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Oh, Gillena, I much prefer chameleons in the moon to a man in the moon!
ReplyDeleteGlad you dropped in Kim
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For poems are never stored to yon moon, only shared in utter desperation.. sigh.. beautifully poignant!❤️
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Sanaa
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Words are all we got, yes – and they are powerful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Rosemary
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Inside the moon is nest of chameleon...
ReplyDeleteI love this image, Gillena, but I am very partial to chameleons.
(✿◠‿◠) Thanks for dropping in Kerry
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Poems should be shared that way... desperation
ReplyDeleteDesperation... There is that feeling of I must share...
ReplyDeleteImagination is lovely - a nest of shape shifters in the moon :)
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