I don't know and I don't care, like with the rain sometimes sometimes sometimes
it's singing not for my sprinkling
in the river my magnifying glass
dropped like a monocle
I've been wearing on my myopic mytochondria cardio
now over sleeve superimposed as crocodile shred,
home pregnancy test tear, ripples a line static but radio
differently as odd rescue zoo
but reasons have a shed, dark ditto to come out of
and oh yes rhyme before um brella invention
when it was all bella ruffling circulating irrigation
at seeing clouds as backdrop by sponging guesses,
where's my might in the chain link fence of victim with my thunder
but there's an abatement for tenderness,
what about when years may find the new breathing season
as lungs gradually acclimating at eight
wow as a dozen months since milk teeth aren't the establishment
in average at all,
take in aroma without mamma
not so tightly yet inhale emotionally
it's a lane not down your nostril
so I won't just sit here with my anatomy known
Author notes
'You must have fun!' does this qualify, as arriving across room for phone call with ouch getting caught on chair while moving... towards conversation of wrinkle like wind can come on our place -- with structure for resiliency even as us.
good luck is not full of pointers; Isaiah 65:11
please comment with scenic reaction,
not unnatural emoticons NOR the applause at all, thank you
A contest entry
- The TITLE contest...show me how clever you are... by Demington.
700 points, ended March 24, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
sob is not boss
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A very random poem that I must admit lost me at times. However, it seems to fit the title like a glove. Life at a glance, wonderful.
This style of writing makes me think "I really don't want to read this" all the while I'm finishing it and then reading it again. You play with words as if they are toys, not necessarily attempting to make sense.
I'm going to have to add another HM to this contest. Good heavens, I'll have no points left!
Great job!
Blessings,
C
(this tickled my fancy)
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your prompt really helped more than just my adding a private poem, thanks for seeing my use --
C from C
I appreciate your rereading this and rewarding it. I suppose the concept of "play with words as if they are toys" would have extra merit with flashes of miscarriage when literal tears can't be felt by others with broken off sentences on this sometimes. thus emotionally meant something to my heart observably, what melds to be found and maybe that's what achieved tugs on you. As today, even my hand in dirt bucket a spider moved around my finger as if feeling palm going on mound of pregnant belly truly soil enriched...
I can see your light touch without my explanation...
babies are my subject -
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Your words tickle the eyeballs. Thanks for sharing your style!
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