Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Pink Shop

Image supplied by Tess for this week's Mag 251 If you click on this link you will arrive at the post which includes the Pink Shop photo and a list of links of the contributors.

The Pink Shop

I turned the corner,
(sigh)
a stray arrival alone.
I found the Pink Shop
with the silent chime.

If you pale or I, stumbling,
do -
on sale for high bids
but not with you, dear -
nor their fat laughing God spots -
those plain old holy
jokes.

This scar will remain
though I ingest words, your words
and all their grand words
too.

‎December ‎28, ‎2014 12:36 PM

The poem includes all twelve words in Brenda's Sunday Whirl, Wordle 193 If you click on this link you will arrive at the post which includes the Wordle and a link in Mr. Linky green to the list of links of the contributors.


3 comments:

  1. plain old holy jokes...mmm...like that!

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  2. Sometimes turning the corner makes us sigh...there is something enticing about the pink shop though...like a raised scar or a beacon in the night...

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  3. This is such an intriguing stanza:
    If you pale or I, stumbling,
    do -
    on sale for high bids
    but not with you, dear -
    nor their fat laughing God spots -
    those plain old holy
    jokes.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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