Fool Moon
Self-Centered Satire
By Tatiana Pahlen

Once in a while
when the moon is full
I'm anxious to let my hair down,
Liberated from an old cocoon,
I'm mixing up verbs and nouns.

I pay no attention
To my fussy friends,
Teasing me how odd it sounds;
My sentences make no sense to them,
Hence in response all denounce.

I'm lengthening the limits
Of the English frame,
not many aliens dare,
Yet American lions of a noble fame,
Like T.S. Eliot or Hemingway.

Leading alchemists
Who crystallize words
Embraced Shakespeare and Byron:
Amid Poe, Kipling and Frost
Their efforts giant.

Once in a while
when the moon is full
I sit and sigh by the window;
not a soul around, but a writing tool,
I tackle more words and yell, "Bingo!"

July 5, 2005

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