mauve moments
colour the face
panned from stir frying
back to black
almond eyes
discussing noodle shaped
string theory
as if
i need another rib
caught between breath
throated swallows
that won't see fuckery
as a sin
or find
a zone of comfort
peppered with paprika
without
this compression
constricting
the weightlessness
of weight
against my breast
our wombs
viewed lost horizons
as differently
as a priest
making his own
confounded confession
this
is the gravity
of gravy
with it
Author notes
Written in tribute to Darcy, her unique style inspires a 10001 reasons to try and write like her! I hope I have reflected some of her nuances as I am a huge fan.
A contest entry
- 10001 reasons to write like Onerios13 by MuddyKing.
10001 points, ended October 1, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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fuckery is one of my favorite words, Ever since I heard it in an Amy Winehouse song I have been dying to use it in a poem, you beat me.
Lori -
this one still gets to me even now
wonderful

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this
is the gravity
of gravy
with it
Oh my darling Yvette...this was magnificant in its purity, its cadence, its originality. You have captured something that I still seek, an indefinable nuance of emotion that is as solid as a diamond but shines brighter than a sky of stars. I know that although this contest was for me and my works, I have to tell you that you did it far more justice than I could ever hope and I daresay with the sincerest heart that I own, that that ending is something I wish I was brilliant enough to pen.
You touch as no one else ever can and I thank you from the bottom of my soul.


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Oh my, Darcy you put the zing and a maze into amazing pure poetry, your kind words are far more than my own creativity deserves but believe me they are cherished for their ripeness, omg, am babbling again like a star struck fan in awe at the stage door but you are inspirational and like a true star you are without ego, you simply shine without polishing yourself ! Thankyou for inspiring, for being you, for letting me ramble when I am in babble mode and simply smile when I can only applaud.
Love and Light
Yvette
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am strangly peckish for spagetti and meatballs. don't ask. nice poem, emeril. -sauceyfish


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Thankyou saucysilverfish, methinks you got the gist of the anagram, gravy+it=gravity, yours maybe spaghetti and meatballs, mine is Bubble and Squeek and yes, best not to ask!
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I love this! As someone else said, it's a little different to your usual style, but wonderful still! You are such a clever writer!


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Thankyou John!
Take a peek at the real McCoy and read Onerios13, I am sure you will love the real thing, Darcy has such an indefinable style all of her own.
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One of the Darciest for sure.


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Thankyou
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Great use of language in this quirky and unusual poem--very well done indeed!
Good luck,
Bill

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Thankyou Bill
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I didn't quite catch on at first
...I'sa' thinkin' this ain't quite like yvettes's usual poetry (although, she's very adaptable).
And then I saw the contest prmpt!!!
OOHHH...i GIT IT!
three thumbs up!!!

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Lmao, very adaptable, all those games of Twister paid off!
Thankyou
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Who said fuckery was a sin?


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you are brilliant. this is great!


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Thankyou Jovi
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condiments are often overlooked
i liked it


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Thankyou Knock, glad you liked it
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this is great poetry, Yvette - marvelous!!

~ Nicolette


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Thankyou Nic, you are so kind!
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This is a Darcy voice for sure
And "fuckery" LOL What a word...I'm jealous of that word and want to fuckery it
good imagery here
our wombs
viewed lost horizons
as differently
as a priest
making his own
confounded confession

Yay
♥Becky♥


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Thankyou very much indeed Becky
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Oh my. Your best. Your best and perhaps one of 'the'

"fuckery" - I love that word. I shall hold it and rock it and feed it and love it forever
hehe.
But seriously, the whole poem just breathes!
Bookmarkied!


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Kate, loved how you would treat "fuckery!" Thankyou
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I knew this poem was for this contest as soon as I started reading it...lol,
"our wombs
viewed lost horizons
as differently
as a priest
making his own
confounded confession"
excellent


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Thankyou Tara!
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"...panned from stir frying
back to black
almond eyes
discussing noodle shaped..."
LOVED IT! Jeez, sis. This is classic. Write on and good luck. One.
Dez

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Thankyou Dez
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