She has not thought this poem through.

;
It has no pondered
purpose. No prayer.
No be
-ginning,
midd
-led end.
But the phrase
indoor fins
wanted a place to be,
so she builds it a
word-salted
home,
a storm
drain,
a
sea.

..

The phrase ‘indoor fins’ is another Shawna-ism. 

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9 Responses to She has not thought this poem through.

  1. erbiage says:

    Excited about swimming in houses!

  2. violet says:

    Hee hee hee. This is PERFECT! 🙂

  3. annell4 says:

    Wonderful! How often I have thought the same thing….perhaps a list will do?

  4. Edward Rinaldi says:

    As if Antigone knew
    the sea wanted
    to see how flicker-fire
    was a bent low
    sweet chariot poem
    of what the senses do
    when the tides
    come in …

    —————-
    I love reading your poems … To me
    they’re emotionally tactile
    joyous claims …

  5. violet says:

    I love how close “a storm drain” is, to “a storm De-ranged.” 🙂 Ooh, that would be a good poem title, too: a storm, deranged.

    Also, all words that begin with “dr,” I mentally morph into “Dr.” something or another, whether using letters beside or below. So here, I see “doctor (verb) a sea.” This sounds like magical healing, to me. There’s a little bit of crockpot witchcraftery, but also medicine woman. Good and evil, but only mild evil, let’s hope.

  6. Kir Piccini says:

    I adore the thought of building a home for a phrase that seeks shelter, that must find it’s place. 💟

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