Slipping Moon Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>While she cut the moon into pieces,

she 's learnt how to share peace

The odourless is smelling better than any ladies' fragrance;

The incompleteness calls for literary climax

Words should not be spoken out

Subtext should never be objective

While I am slipping from the moon onto my bed

I do not sleep for bedtime

but for more Celtic atmosphere...

How beauteous to pass away inside the warmth of the moon

But my slipping onto the floor during a short doze

is rather embarrassing.

Hey, my romance slipped away.