..
oh,
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)
oh,
indigo highway
rhythm road
bully bard
scribble song
sacred ivory dance.
oh,
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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With gratitude to my Shawna for seeing “sigh labels” in “syllables.”
I couldn’t do NaPoWriMo. Poetry is hard for me. I prefer stories…
Mine is a love hate relationship with writing. Mostly love. Always love your writing. Mosk
Love “word Jenga,” “paper holler,” and “parenthetical pulp” … brava!
“versonification of soul” Love, love, love this!
braided b.s. next to true blue lies…sounds about right! you got it
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So many great kenning.. I simply knew you would ace it,