Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Chasing Imagery

These are a few snidbits that race across my brain which I chase like a dog at a car holding my pen and searching for paper.  These turn into poetry at some later date.


Dormant gardens
laid out like bodies for viewing,
a lackluster sigh

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The acrid sweetness
of a much needed shower
in secret rooms

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the beat of his blood

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her measure to metronome
tocking in three dimensions
the fluid waves of pianissimo
distant and white and promising

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She's a ferret walker
she thinks she's some high class rebel
with her curls in the wind

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the drone of sameness
spewing like volcanic ashen tedium
makes my ears drool dull stupor

2 comments:

de said...

Ahh - the talent is blinding me.

Thank you for the inspiration this morning. I've been mulling over starting to write/journal again.

jaded said...

The phrase "ferret walker" makes me smile. I guess it has the cadence of a schoolyard taunt.