Tuesday, November 16, 2010

the blankets

We can not blend. Though we're
sitting still, for the

tampering eyes never miss
a thing.

Hand stitched and woven tightly
the blankets sit still,

letting rise a loosened

chatter. I speak for myself,
but in the

givingness of generalities
I sound vague.

An enigmatic mischief of tone,
hooking air and

putting her to cure.

I dare to improve the California
Sun on

bundled words and bonds in string,

selling them to her eyes, and
the trees

that follow. When
I should be the Sea, and

give the tides away.

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful images... drawing the reader in, well done.

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  2. I like the notion of the sea giving the tides away, and that we should be that way too.

    Nice One Shot!

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  3. Clever, with its word choices, and shifting images. Good work.

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  4. Hi Brown
    What a beautiful verse...and the ending was so full of imagery.. I enjoyed it throughly..
    'bundled words and bonds in string,
    selling them to her eyes, and
    the tree'
    ... perfect...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  5. Thanks guys, really glad you've all enjoyed the words. comments keep us all going.

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  6. "in the

    givingness of generalities
    I sound vague."

    we should save ourselves from the pitfall of abstractions. But this piece is detail-oriented for that.

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  7. that follow. When
    I should be the Sea, and

    give the tides away. ..

    Brown, this is simply splendid...
    love your poetry talent.

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  8. welcome join us for week 11 potluck fun.
    your work is entertaining.

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