Monday, February 12, 2007


To My Second Wife
a very short poem by maht

You will never hold a candle
To the ashes on the mantle


Unknown said...


Unknown said...

Fan-bloody-tastic! I have posted it, along with all the other err, great blog poets!

Anonymous said...

This is lovely, Mt. T, so beautiful.

Oh man.

Chris said...

Bad Poetry By Chris:

The Business Trip

Wind blows
Rain falls


Expense account



Hey Mr Moon, I'm stuck in a hotel in Chichester trying the bad poetry thing again. Half a bottle of an Argentinian Malbec on the expense account will do that to a girl.

I hate Valentines day.

Ms Melancholy said...

I shall post my own anti-Valentine sentiment tomorrow. Perhaps for different reasons, though. (I loathe the idealisation of romantic love. It keeps us in a constant state of disappointment.) A lovely poem, Mr Moon. If I weren't such an un-romantic, I would ask you to marry me.

Anonymous said...

Have you thought of emptying the ashtrays more often? I find at least once a week is a good idea!

ann said...

... and the more that you mishandle
you're sure to cause a scandal

heartinsanfrancisco said...

How Ogden Nash of you! And so heartwarming, too.

When I was 9 or 10, I tried my hand at Nash-type poetry. The only one I can remember went:

Behold the worm! That little chap'll
be surprised when I bite this apple.

The Moon Topples said...

I find you all delightful.

Caroline said...

Can you sing it to me?

Pants said...

Ode on a grievous urn?

Suze said...

I've been reciting it to everyone. However, I can't recite it to my husband, this new "favorite" poem. He IS my 2nd spouse and will be morbidly offended at my delight in it. In the vein of Minx's "fan-bloody-tastic" or as a drunk John Wayne might say, "It's so good, it's re-goddam-diculous!"