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.
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Beautiful images... drawing the reader in, well done.
ReplyDeleteI like the notion of the sea giving the tides away, and that we should be that way too.
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot!
Clever, with its word choices, and shifting images. Good work.
ReplyDeleteHi Brown
ReplyDeleteWhat 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
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Thanks guys, really glad you've all enjoyed the words. comments keep us all going.
ReplyDelete"in the
ReplyDeletegivingness of generalities
I sound vague."
we should save ourselves from the pitfall of abstractions. But this piece is detail-oriented for that.
that follow. When
ReplyDeleteI should be the Sea, and
give the tides away. ..
Brown, this is simply splendid...
love your poetry talent.
welcome join us for week 11 potluck fun.
ReplyDeleteyour work is entertaining.