Thursday, June 11, 2015

How Some Poems Arrive

How Some Poems Arrive

This time the poem
came all aflutter after
the sun hit high noon.
It spun like leaves do.
landing in the lilly patch
beside your new green
sprites stuck ankle deep
in odd haphazard places,
you spurning straight rows
which I agreed made sense
since it was green sprites
we were growing at this time
no matter what they

‎June ‎11, ‎2015 3:09 PM


  1. I arived with the wind
    And left with the moon
    I tried to stay
    But it was just too soon
    Like a shag carpet
    On LSD
    The leaves mooved
    With syncronisity
    It was just too much
    I couldn't stay
    Thought I would
    Drop a line
    As if to say
    I dropped by
    It was a trip
    Have a good day

  2. some poems unaccountably spur otherrs; whether its the mood or the language or something Other, and often one has nothing to do with anything that came before. Apparently. =)


    She fled as soon as it got dark
    one day before the soldiers came
    heading north, traveling light
    leaving regret behind
    along with her old life

    he woke to find her gone
    and when the army came
    because he loved her
    in his loss he lied
    and told them she had died

    1. That's very well crafted. Thank you for sharing.

  3. and thank you for reading, and being the inspiration, as skewed as it may have been. at this stage I takes what I finds =)


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

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