Slowgoin’, this
…..love of ink and saltwater
……….and sand and soggy land
……………and windy phrase. Some days,
………………..she longs to tuck back into spiral
…………………….shell, breathe long and well of other
…………………………things. Come up for air, sip chance, then
……………………………..dare to teach this lonely clumsy stem to dance.
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Photo and prompt from here:
http://www.napowrimo.net/2012/04/day-sixteen/
This felt somehow cozy, deep there under the sea. Dance, snail, dance!
Love it. I’m really jealous of your freedom with spacing. Over the past couple of weeks, WordPress has stopped allowing me to use the spacebar. I’m extremely frustrated and cannot figure out a solution. Several poems have been botched by this infraction.
I could get down with this: “she longs to tuck back into spiral shell”
Oooo! You might LOVE me in a minute, darlin’. I can’t space either (sooooo ticked). So I make my type WHITE, and use periods to get over to where I want to be. They don’t show up on the final copy. 😉
Sometimes they show up a little when someone gets the poem in an email, though, just to forewarn you.
Ah, so that’s why there are periods when I copy/paste lines from your poems.
That wouldn’t work for mine since my background is brown. I’m desperate to change my “theme,” but none of the options are appealing.
Ah, poo. Thought I was bein’ all helpful. That sucks. Sorry. I keep thinking (especially after seeing all the gorgeous colors on yours) I should change my background to something more interesting than white, but that’s a good point. Hmmmm.
PS: Sending cyber-rum. The coconut kind.
Shawna and De, type ” ” wherever you need a hard space. This will change your life. Oh, don’t use the quotation marks … just the stuff from the ampersand through the semicolon.
Darn … wordpress replaced what I wrote with a hard space.
Okay, trying again: type every place you need a hard space.
Sometimes, so it’s easier to see what you’re doing when you’re making a large gap, I type then a space then then a space, etc.
Please don’t, whimsy. Think of all us old’uns with dodgy eyes. black on white is soooo much easier to read. My big beef is with sites like dVerse, where for me the whole thing goes into a dark fuzz, which is why I don’t read as much as I should like at the superb pub.
I love your seasnail poem. When I read the title over at WWP it reminded me of learning to swim with a sneaky foot on the bottom!
I’m loving the spacing with this one, too!! Snailing along! Wicked cute, you have some great combos (as always)!
A slug like shape, yay! You’re the second spiral shape I’ve seen since yesterday. It is good, and that line Shawna pointed out, really gives refuge.
De … the feature of your blog is live! Come and see.
About this poem, I love your subtle internal rhymes: sand/land, phase/days, shell/well, and chance/dance. They help characterize your little charming creature.
A perfectly crafted poem that lifted my imagination this morning.
This reminds me that Tom’s Adventures needs my attention. We still have a whelk and a periwinkle out there somewhere. :).
Come up for air, sip chance….LOVE it, De.
Luvverly, De!