Here is a monorhyme I wrote 4 years ago.
NIGHT THOUGHTS
As I walk down these dusty roads with not a soul in sight,
Strange thoughts drift down into my mind from an unearthly height
Where moon and Mars, the clouds, the stars, the silence all invite
Delightful ponderings, as well as angst about life’s plight
On a rock which round a flaming orb forever is in flight.
(Men thought the orb went round the rock. Were they all blockheads? Quite!)
While some are downright frightful, and a few are recondite,
The thought my pen just caught’s so mild, I doubt if it will bite:
Now what is it that people mean when speaking of the night?
Night is when our nearest star has disappeared. It might
Have traveled to some antiworld. Perhaps it was some sleight
Of hand that made it vanish. I would likely faint from fright
Were it to keep from rising in the morning. I’d turn white!
At dusk the manmade lights come on, some dim, some blinding bright;
Elsewhere there are lightning storms displaying Nature’s might;
And manmade storms — the wars that cause the fighting folk to fight.
Fanatics on the planet, thinking only they are right,
Will fight about some dogma or some theory that is trite,
Liquidating liberties they’ve not the right to smite!
Well, now I’ll head on home to bed (I’m hoping I’ll sleep tight).
At dawn I’ll head to Flanders Field and fly my sunny kite.
M. J. E.
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