I was waiting for something or somebody
in some unknown place…
hands deep in pockets
looking down the corridor
afraid to miss something,
or somebody.
Birds started to fly around me
then one by one landed on my shoulders...
oh, I thought, frowning,
soon I will have to visit a dry-cleaners.
There were probably some grains in my pocket
or something like that
(I am just a poet, not a grains trader),
and then I saw a dark dog and a white cat coming towards me.
I needed something to refresh me
so I took a long sip from a cider bottle.
Phew, what a surprise!
a little dark blue bird came closer with no fear
and started to drag something out from my left pocket.
At first sight it was only a shiny, silken ribbon,
tied to a next one,
before I knew they started to slide and drop down long my leg
like dense plum and orange juice
painting my toe nails
each a different color...
rainbows.
Finally, at the end of the last ribbon
(I think it was last, but alas!)
there was a small crystal bead tied at the end,
then another one, and twenty five orange cubes,
a toothpaste tube,
a rotten apple,
the plans for a flying machine...
oh, no, that was the plan for our time machine…
never mind.
I didn’t know what will come out next,
thinking that was only a dream inside a dream
(don’t ask what happened with the cat and the dog
because from my other pocket jumped out
twenty five singing frogs…)
probably it was all just a case of bad dreaming pills.
At the end of it all there was a small vanilla colored envelope,
a small piece of paper I did not need to unfold,
I already knew what was inside.
All around me people started to dance and dropping into the abyss,
something warm and soft covered my lips,
you, in the bed, half uncovered, half under the white linen,
your hand on my breast, your head next to me
with a good morning smile
and a sweet good morning kiss.
Author notes
I tried to write using very specific style like my dear friend and unique poet mimiagatha:
http://allpoetry.com/mimiagatha
Here is my request:
I would like to post a poem to contest:
I need your answer and comment about my poetical trial to write something different, to adopt your style.
Answer:
i write anything from the extremely sane to the extremely insane, from rigidly constructed to the irressponsibly abstracted, lol... yet ALWAYS there is something beyond the straightforward visible in whatever i write. i call it "intelligent poetrying". you chose something easily recognizable as close to my extremely insane border and your great achievement (in my eyes) is to keep that spark of "forcing the reader to think and need to surprise the reader" in the poem and towards the end of it. you have my buy in, sonja my friend .
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A wonderful work here poet. I have had the pleasure of reading mimiagatha's work. It's been far too long since I've been to visit. You make me know that I must get over there soon. This is cleverly written. I held onto each word and didn't want to let go. Excellent. I hope you don't mind but I only got your entry and Leo's. I am going to take the contest down but am sending points just because you took the time to enter your wonderful tribute poem here. Thank you ever so much.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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Outstanding
I've not read the poet you have emulated but I enjoyed reading this anyway. I liked how the poem drifted gradually with your imagination, at first I thought it was a real life experience and the dream like feeling was brought in gradually which did make me question as I read this. I loved all the ribbon imagery, it is great to find a poem that shows pure imagination with unexpected twists. Fantastic to read. Best of luck in the contest.
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Oh yes, this is very much like Joe's poetry: totally unique and to use his own words "intelligent poetrying". And of course the rainbows - he has written quite a few rainbow poems and just like his, yours speak of the same creativity...from the almost "strange" to the very sensual. Even the style and layout of this poem emulates his. Wonderfully done, Sonja. You are one brave woman for I wouldn't even dream to emulate Joe's poetry, but you did an excellent job!!
~ Nicolette
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Thank you Nicolette. For a years I was reading his poetry and I will never try to beat him with my own, for this is impossible. In some ways the both of us have a dreamy and romantic attitude and feelings and taste for poetry but I dare to say that he is, Daling and Eschering (my new invented words) his poetry. Anyhow, it was a great challenge to write this one. Whatever he said, it could be only the similar but this is only me and my trial.
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wow, I was thinking of him while reading yours, how funny, LOL now this is too much. it did wonder off and sexualize in a sensual way the way his does then drift back to a different subject at hand toes, rainbows etc....
I like it
but even more when you say you are mimicking him.
clapping my hands!!!
Tamara
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