Drab Bard

{In words drown I: 22 lines that are evenly odd}
(a Palindrome Poem) 

 

..

We few
(too hot to hoot):

Never odd or even,
are we not drawn onward to a new era?

A Santa at Nasa,
deified;

bird rib,
dumb mud,

solo gigolos,
lonely Tylenol.

Wontons? Not now.
I’m, alas, a salami.

Flee to me, remote elf.
Go deliver a dare, vile dog.

Ogre, flog a golfer. Go.
(O stone, be not so.)

Live not on evil;
murder for a jar of red rum.

Re-paper.
…Must sell at tallest sum.

(Don’t nod).
Do geese see God?

..
A palindrome poem (and a found poem, of sorts), for day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
Head over to see double. 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to Drab Bard

  1. She says:

    I’ll never forget the first time I saw you do this. I totally thought you sat there and came up with all of those on your own. 🙂 I thought, Good Lord, how the heck did she find time to do that???

    This is my favorite section:
    “bird rib,
    dumb mud,

    solo gigolos,
    lonely Tylenol.

    Wontons? Not now.
    I’m, alas, a salami.”

    I feel like dumb mud most of the time. Also lonely Tylenol.

  2. Susan says:

    Very very HOT! The geese are my favorite!

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