Tag Archives: William Carlos Williams

This Is Still to Say

{in response to William Carlos Williams} .. I am sick of plums and that damn empty icebox which never has anything worth saving for breakfast Forgive me I am also not much worth saving   .. Poetic Asides November Chapbook … Continue reading

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Seeing Red (Dear William)

.. I may (or may not) still be (so much) glazed with anger. it all depends. .. prompted by poetic asides, and in response to:  

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Refrigerator Door

.. Just red, cold crimson steel – the color of disappointment.     PS: ……We’re out …….of plums.       ..       (Read this.) A second tongue-in-cheek offering for dVerse. With gratitude to William Carlos Williams.    … Continue reading

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why she didn’t get mad that misty may morning

(with nod to William Carlos Williams)   .. it’s hard to see red when so much depends upon the quiet white rain.   .. PAD, day 24.

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Burn Before Eating

  .. (This is just to say) ………I am nom de plum (from the icebox; delicious so sweet and so cold). I am Henry the Eighth Wonder of the World Trade Center of the Universe. I am the pencil shavings … Continue reading

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This is Just to Say

(a triolet) .. Oh, love is not a summer’s day, for winter comes quite quickly. Yes, plums get bruised and roses fade. Oh, love is not a summer’s day. Huzzah, now let us count the ways, some things regretted thickly. … Continue reading

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