Written by: Clifford Woodell

(before you read this, understand; it's meant to be recited not read. Also keep in mind
that there is not meant to be any steady rhythm. Some would say it isn't poetry; that it's
just random thoughts written on paper, but i believe that you cannot truly put a label on
poetry. enjoy!)

Big yellow moon;
Craters create creatures 
On your surface.
You service us,
A dim light 
For all to see.

I stare
In envious wonder 
And ponder.....

I ponder the unseen,
All of the unclean,
Yet think of nothing.

For it seems 
Redemption redeems 
Only those worthy,
But worth means
Little in the face
Of it all.

In that big
Yellow face
Of yours