feckless freckle poem

..

freckle me some words,
me says
(to me)
who really
(reallllly)
wants to wade
back into the sea.

freckle me some words,
she says
(to she)
and so I sit here, desert
(bound)
and less than footloose
fancy-free.

freckle me a poem,
me says
to me. dot all eyes
and crisscross
all tease;
we’ll see what
transpires.

freckle me a poem,
she says
to she. and so we
polka-dot-thought
our way
{star-g(r)azed}
across this bumbled be.

 

..

My Shawna said write a freckle poem, so i dood it. 😉 

 

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3 Responses to feckless freckle poem

  1. Freckle as a verb–gotta love it. Between you and Lillian I’m getting all kinds of verb-al rousings.

  2. Shawna says:

    That “cinnamon kisses” (or whatever it was) phrase was too adorable!

    So cute:
    “dot all eyes
    and crisscross
    all tease”

    I don’t know what just happened, but about 20 minutes ago, my mania flew right out the window and now I’m entering cry-mode.

    No a-la.

  3. annell4 says:

    What delightful play with words! I enjoyed it all…a bit of a game for me and thee.

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