…
’Cuz we need a place to be(e),
a place for tree-
age and sigh
-lence. We’ll lace
a ladder of purple fuzz
and buzz, and the blizzard
force of backward breeze.
We’ll hiccup
………….(and down)
and sneeze, and talk
and chalk ourselves
sane. Prey for rain. Shine
our tiny flashlights over
tiny poems and hum
our crazy raves
out on the terrace.
We’ll ice these leaves with fire
-flies and faeries, stack our
books in corners, break the bored
-ers with tu-tu
……………….-tu much finger paint.
We’ll contemplate
the sky and sing out loud
and nobody can hear us
cuz our walls are made
of clouds.
It’s our own silly slum
-brrrrr party place, scented
with a trace of jasmine tea.
Best part? Ain’t nobody in
-vited; ’cept for you
……………….and me.
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So much fun. 🙂
I love “a place to be E” … Emily Dickinson, maybe. And triage, for sure!
Now you know I’m nuts over this:
“We’ll lace
a ladder of purple fuzz”
Plus this:
“the blizzard
force of backward breeze” … So awesome!!!
“We’ll hiccup
………….(and down)” … Dude. That was so dang clever!
“Prey for rain.” … Ha. I love that. Especially if it’s like an over-the-top shaman downright demanding rain of the clouds, “Or else!” Like he’s gonna murder ’em if they don’t produce. 🙂
So stinkin’ adorable:
“Shine
our tiny flashlights over
tiny poems and hum”
Gorgeous: “We’ll ice these leaves with fire”
“Stack our flies” cracked me up. :X
Loooooove:
“break the bored
-ers with tu-tu
……………….-tu much finger paint”
“It’s our own silly slum
-brrrrr party place, scented
with a trace of jasmine tea.” … Lawdy, I luhs dat. Have I told you how much I dig the word “slum”?
Oh, and that ladder (capped H) in the middle of “treehouse” was seriously clever. No one else will catch that. 😛
You are so stinkin’ clever. 🙂