oh, poem.


word jenga
heart spill
versonification of soul,
gathered quiet stones
on white river, rafting;
paper holler
black clacked nonsense
clattered self
inky scrawled sky
raised phrase phase
parenthetical pulp,

s t u t t e r i n g  syllables.
…………..(sigh labels)

indigo highway
rhythm road
bully bard
scribble song

sacred ivory dance.

tiny hafling in parchment skin,
haunted hellion smudge.

grace graffiti
braided b.s.
true blue lies
dandelion seed fluff;
tabled hum
……….-bled groan.

how long have I known
you now?

too long, and yet not
long enough.



Prompted by NaPoWriMo, day 20


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8 Responses to oh, poem.

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    With gratitude to my Shawna for seeing “sigh labels” in “syllables.”

  2. gh0stpupp3t says:

    I couldn’t do NaPoWriMo. Poetry is hard for me. I prefer stories…

  3. ihatepoetry says:

    Mine is a love hate relationship with writing. Mostly love. Always love your writing. Mosk

  4. Vince Gotera says:

    Love “word Jenga,” “paper holler,” and “parenthetical pulp” … brava!

  5. Mama Zen says:

    “versonification of soul” Love, love, love this!

  6. braided b.s. next to true blue lies…sounds about right! you got it

  7. Pingback: Kenning Me Softly | Whimsygizmo's Blog

  8. So many great kenning.. I simply knew you would ace it,

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