..
This poem is a redux,
all things
………………{nothing}
reworked and
twerked into some new
spin.
She’s the be
-gin
-ning, all scotch
(guarded) and rum
-bled heart. She’ll start
with farthings, starlings,
bones
……………and smoke.
She’s a crum
-bling mask of isosceles breeze,
cobbled wordstone syllables
headed for nothing
(some podunk place just north
………………………………of here.)
She’s a rebel, a scoundrel,
a schizophrenic strophe spondee
sea-swooner who’d sooner
ditch the shoes
and let her hair down
than drown in her own un
-ambic sprite, and sparkle.
She’s a preamble sigh,
a breath of ample song,
a wallflower shrinking violet
cocooned in moon and longing
for the slightest posse
-bility of plowing inky crow
through snow.
She’s a Poe
-umm. Telltale heart. Drink
of Blue, unquiet start. Once
bitten, twice shy and
abundant in both
truth
and
lies.
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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 25.
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