Insomnia never felt so good.

MOONSTUCK (Stuck, Poetic Asides prompt)

Slip of a moon, sideways smile
beguiles me from my perch
Searching for words and
lingering long past bedtime

To find the perfect phrase
Elusive, diffused thoughts race
out my ears, past my face and
Oops! Out the window back to the moon…

monthly changing yet
ever my constant companion
as I’m stuck in my room alone
awaiting the whisper of words

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil