the scribbler who scrambled her words

this poem has
egg on her face, a trace
of pent
………….(up anger)
-ameter under her skin.

she’ll assemble her sent
-ences in some semblance
of sway,
but no way
is she going to make
them march
……….(or april, or may.)

keep reading,
if you dare. or just stare
somewhere near


and wait for her to stop
tappety-tapping these
……..keys. please,

give her a dot
to end the thought,
a com(m)a to help
her rest,
the best parent
-heses you’ve got.

they won’t be over
easy, these. (pray tell.)
nor boiled, nor spoiled
by rebel breeze.
just devil(ed)-may
care, and maybe
-side up, (now
that they’ve come
out of their shells.)

in a
pril, we poem. sometimes about poems. 



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5 Responses to the scribbler who scrambled her words

  1. erbiage says:

    I can smell the scent enses cooking! Delicious!

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. iidorun says:

    Your word play here is extraordinary!! Loved it!!

  3. Shawna says:

    Can I get a follow-up poem called “rebel breeze”? Gorgeous.

    You are some kind of brilliant, dear.

  4. qbit says:

    ………….(up anger)


    • Shawna says:

      I put “house” in it too. As in, “penthouse.” 🙂

      I really don’t even know how or where to start dissecting this beautiful thing; it’s too fabulous. I just keep reading and reading, letting more levels of her tale come out, little by little.

      Skeleton Key is SUCH an awesome movie. We should have a movie date and watch it together soon. 🙂

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