Tag Archives: Poetic Asides
.. She’s braying and saying that she doesn’t wanna wane today, doesn’t feel like fading away into nothing. She’s crying and sighing and holding nothing back at bay, causing a tempest -tantrum of whine and ocean waves. She’s taxing and … Continue reading
… ’Dis poem ain’t in line or just in time. She’s got one black eye and bruised feet and a pen -chant for running out in the street before she’s fully dressed. She don’t listen, or glisten, or wrap a … Continue reading
.. They’re stubbed and snubbed and scuffed and stuffed into those cute heel-strappies. (Misery might love company, but all of ’em ain’t happy.) They’re cramped and tramped and clamped and damped in puddles, ponds and lakes. (You’d think that we … Continue reading
.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading
we reign and roam in intricate stone -faced poker skies. you raise; i’ll fold my hands and praise the storms that rise. we deal and dwell in joy that’s spelled in sorrow’s songs. you show; i’ll tell the world to … Continue reading
.. We’re merry (go-round and round and round) enough, thank you. For once, we’ll take a generous portion of swing and sway , with a poem on the (other) ………………..s(l)ide. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.