..
See, here’s the thing:
we’re free
to
line
the
words
up
all
just
so,
or to
s
………p
…………..i
……….l
……………….l
them wherever they
want to go (they’ve got legs
of their own, you know.)
We may
leave them
INTACT
or
c r a c k
them open like tiny word eggs.
We can enjoy them
scram
……-bled, over
easy, or hard –
scribblescribe them in bro
……….-ken shards.
We can swallow some
………..whole
and spit some out, fill in the
spaces with new verb grout,
hold our nounbreath and then
let
it
out.
We can use the ones from other’s
songs, or just mush-make them up,
as we go along.
We’re all breathing
in ink. We’re all
sinking in time. We’re all
blinking by inches
and thinking in rhyme.
We’re all here to gather
the notes
……..of our song.
Sing, pen
-sive;
sing silly,
sing true
and
sing strong.
.
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I want to open your brain and look inside, maybe take a room in a B&B brain cell for a few days. I love what comes from there.
C’mon in, ma’am. Plenty of “vacancy,” that’s for sure. 😉
Ditto.
This is excellent!
This most recent poem I most enjoyed. It is, was, and always
will be Dr. Seuss-like.
Thank you, Sir.
“fill in the spaces with new verb grout” My favorite thing to do. And this, of course: “We can use the ones from other’s songs, or just mush-make them up”
This time, I read the title as “The Cart of Poeming.”
Very good poem.
This reminds me of that song “Sing, Sing a Song”…. so true, and best when you are free to express yourself just as you see fit! Love the verb grout!
Thank you for the liberating call to pens! It was a fun read as well.
I love the tumbling words, and spaces. Makes the poem even more real.