In the mornings
I play in the garden.
Lisa says
I may startle butterflies
but must not be content,
and often I must rub the cancers from my eyes
the glit shongs and blitterbigs
that have festered on the edges
of a dark song
rye conklings where the Monarchs sit
pouting
before I have a chance to put my shoes
on.
Lisa says
I should count each one
tomorrow they may be gone
that quiet panting that they do with
wings
swallowed up by hummingbirds
that steal the flowers
they like to sit upon.
perhaps I am in the way
my words seem very loud.
when Lisa wipes my mouth
with her sleeve,
and brushes the hair from my eyes
everything quiets down
and the flowers weave.
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Lisa has some affect on you huh? I liked this piece because I wasn't sure where you were heading and then at the end...I still didn't know. For that reason, I like it!!
Nevadapoet
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I think the middle bit became a Looney Tunes cartoon starring Sylvester lol...Very witty Mr Lute and such a pleasant view of a garden to spend time in, but er..Lisa's sleeve perhaps you should remember a hankerchief next time
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hmmm...
This is very interesting. I'm wondering who Lisa is... what is her role in the subject's world? Did I miss something?!!? I love the graphic imagery of nature's busy world in all its glory!!! 
Great job, Poet!!!
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I agree with Kathleen. The imagery in this is absoLUTEly beautiful!!!!!
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I loved S4.
Great imagery, perfect ending.
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"that quiet panting they do with wings"
what a fresh image that is.
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It sound like Stefan out in the garden with his grandson yesterday. He wrote something in the scrapbook about scaring butterflies away and dabbling for sliverfish in green and slimy pots. I don't tknow who is the child and who the grandpa, but do it matter really, because tomorrow comes very fast and it is all gone if you are not careful.
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put more water with it next time luv, i think you're getting your words mucking fuddled.. gilt thongs or songs and glittering things and sparkles of morning sun and the sons and daughters and wives and lovers.....
and she wipes your mouth?? are you incontinent too these days ?? one wonders? - perhaps it's old age and dry rot setting in old man!!! LOLOL
sit in the garden and just let life pass you by
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