From the convoluted
cauliflower of my mind,
delectable sprouts
break free into poetry.
Although sometimes I find
myself interrupted
by kidney beans filled
to the bursting with
steamy caffeine concoctions.
I am called to plant
beets in even meters,
in the soil of inspiration
freshly tilled.
I strive to squash any other
impulses bidding me stop,
and spend long hours
with thoughts rattling my gourd,
till after much perseverance
something will usually turnip.
A budding of my creativity,
peppered with metaphors.
whether it be my sour grapes,
pressed into a whine of angst,
or the sweet flowing juices
of passion, fruit of my labors.
Walk with me through
the neatly laid rows here,
pluck the herb of a verb,
savor a dangling participle,
whether you are a
Granny Smith or a sweet pea,
under the shade of
my versatile tree.
Author notes
I have always enjoy tinkering with words, giving them new identities that work twofold. this poem written recently highlights my delight in creating such mirth. Thanks for a great contest idea....what better then one's personal favorite.~~Artis
A contest entry
- personal favorite by Virgoan.
2000 points, ended June 9, 2008, 64 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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excellent...love the figurative language and its thoughts provoking my senses
keep sharing your gift.
HENSLEY
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Promise...sing
Like a bullish investor in a bear market who turnip's for the downturn the word games are greatly appreciated dangling across the screen.
One small suggestion in keeping with the rest of this piece:
for the final line
under the shade of my poet tree.
perhaps
under the shade of my versatile tree...
if not verse style
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Excellent play on vege patch words to describe creative writing. You have an uncanny ability to see how words can be used with double meanings and this poem is a great example of that. Good luck in the contest...alby
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