there ain't no other place like you to roam.
where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!"
Dancing in the warbling "cryk" out back-
way out back behind the shanty shack-
and in that shadow grove they danced with me,
the muses -I counted three.
First buzzed revenge, a stinger she left in my side
and then windy rebellion my blue ears she did chide
and then fluttering slowly growth she finally came
and asserted that all three are one in the same.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu...
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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confession is all: it is what my poetry is, and that is my life.
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it's not possible. I think the problem must be- too much love and hate.
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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
I really like this one. So vivid. I'm going to return here often.
ReplyDeletethanks!!
ReplyDeleteThis has such an etheral feeling - really beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteCasually bril as usual. Loved it - loved it loved it!
ReplyDeletecryk..cryk...
ReplyDeletevery unique poem! a new style of writing for me,, :)
thanks for sharing am :)
sincerely, Citra
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ReplyDeletelove the ending, a perfect build up.
ReplyDeletelovely entry.
Happy Rally.
Brilliantly written.
ReplyDeletenice! i enjoyed this alot!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I could see the cryk and a little girl frollicking in the water. Nice!
ReplyDeleteA romp and a wander... and those muses? All three the same? I guess that is true!
ReplyDeleteWhimsical imagery, loved the symbolism of 'threes' and the evolving development of this piece. Lovely write ~ Rose
ReplyDeletethanks all!!
ReplyDeletea very accomplished poem, impeccably written
ReplyDeleteShort Story Slam Week 4 is still open for submission,
ReplyDeleteCome on in,
We love your creativity/talent…
Happy Thursday!
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Sweet. May they all stay with you!
ReplyDeletethose tricky Muses - beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteWindy rebellion? Smacks of tummy rumbling! LOL :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the 'rhyme' in this. :-)
ReplyDeleteBluebell! You've closed your collection already!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone!
This was lovely; I loved how you tied the 3 muses together! I loved the way it flowed~ I loved the ending, "and then fluttering slowly growth she finally came
ReplyDeleteand asserted that all three are one in the same"
Well Done~
yikes! I really enjoyed reading that! Thanks for thoughts.
ReplyDeletethis is so chill and yet so genious...
ReplyDeleteI know those three, know them well, you've captured them for sure!
ReplyDeleteFeelings we've all had. really emotional, love it!
ReplyDeleteRevenge, rebellion and growth - I love it! I love the flow of "way out back behind the shanty shack". Nice read!
ReplyDeleteI love your style because there is none to compare it too, its in a league all its own. Beautifully done =)
ReplyDelete^what a great comment. thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteall lovely comments, much appreciated!!
ReplyDeleteThis is alive and beautiful, Thank you, much appreciated, WS
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