Andrea Dietrich Poet Rhyme

Crimson Gold

Looking to the sky I see
copperish red. Is it the sun? Is it the moon?
So interesting it is to me.
It must be the sun. Night does not come so soon.

Online I’ll go to see.
This entity is like red or rust.
Full corn moon of September two it must not be,
for it’s the sixth. I find:  “Blue light bounces off dust.”

I know there is pollution right now . . . so
this phenonemon so weird to behold -
like clouds with silver lining – is sun’s show.
Not copper-lined but copper-FILLED, it is crimson gold!


Seen Sept. 6 in my city around 7 p.m. while I was dog-walking!
Sept 11, 2020 for Emile Pinet's  "A Lipogram Poetry Contest"
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John Watt September 12, 2020 at 5:59 PM Delightful verse of a natural phenomenon, written in the ever-so-challenging lipogram form. Well done and best wishes in the contest (soupmail) ~ John

Anne-Lise Andresen September 12, 2020 at 6:57 AM - Sounds both exciting and beautiful, Andrea :) - Good luck in the contest :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Sigrid Ermine September 12, 2020 at 1:29 AM Very nice images, Andrea. Also being able to hold onto their impression for five days, then translate it so beautifully is a skill! There's no way to detect this as a lipogram, incredibly smooth. Congratulations in advance! Andrea Dietrich September 12, 2020 at 7:51 AM thanks, actually I wrote it that same night. just had too many other poems I needed to post before it

Quoth Theraven September 11, 2020 at 8:42 PM Andrea, A poem with possibilities. New dawning of a strange new moon..a crimson daydream with endless meanings. Wonder what your dog was thinking. -Richard