She’s flat
-out shimmer-skip tired of labels,
green fables twist-grin breathed.
She’s not
a bubble or a shadowspill
of spark, a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar.
She’s got
a million miles to dance, jar the breeze,
lull-melt herself sane. Her journey leaves us
open,
saved.
A second offering for the Q over at dVerse, fondly known as The One With All the Words.
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Excellent title.
I love the freedom of your writing. I never seem to be able to loosen up like that…
Thanks, Maureen. My favorite way to loosen up in writing is to start out with “this poem is…” and then have the poem itself tell me what it wants to be…just meander through words and sounds and don’t worry about any of it making sense to anybody but the poem. 😉
Brilliant.
A crazy word list is fun every once in a while, too. 😉
Wow De ~ Love the creative pairing of words like:
shadowspill, a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar.
You and Bjorn are really good with these challenges ~
I love the moon, and your poem is like a lovely little dance
Wow… love how you created this… and the title is just perfect. I wonder how long we can write our poem including all the words.
LOL. The moon’s flat-chested. That cracked me up. 😛
Love this: “twist-grin breathed”
Oh, wow: “She’s not … a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar”
One word… WOW!!❤️
Brilliant and beautiful.