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Tag Archives: William Carlos Willams
i.squish that sucker with your thumb,purple-golden pulp oozing through your hungry hands. ii. chew your way through until your lips are blue and your tongue is tangedand tinged with indigo. iii. plonk! it against the wall an unresponsive ball once so sweet and so cold,now begging for forgiveness. Kim’s got … Continue reading
(in response to William Carlos Williams) I have beaten the hums of my hungry tum by the witch-craft of probably leaving and fasting Forgive meI am delirious so slowand so old :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading
(after William Carlos Williams) .. so much depends upon the polka-dotted ladybug flitting to and fro, finishing the sentences. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
… A wheelbarrow may be some -thing upon which much(ness) depends, but it is not my nom de plume, not that last plum you ate that was so cold. It has but one wheel, and a tendency for tipping over, … Continue reading
.. (well caught), she (all thumbs) must ponder plums, plumb the depths of her own center stone. … NaPoWriMo, day 6. You writin’ yet? Why not?
.. So much depends upon the way the sky slants, the way her heart rants and rages to page. So much deepens up on a day that’s all side -down and stilted smoke, worry-withered bloom. So much deep ends the … Continue reading
Golden moon spooned over tree skeleton shadows, spotlighting the ebony flutter of one small …….. crow. For Victoria’s awesome Imagism prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
(in response to William Carlos Williams) .. This is just to say I didn’t want those dumb plums anyway . Prompted by Poetic Asides.