grapes one at a time from ground --
exactly as I enjoy for my mouth ~
child, watch abc's become understanding
the fruit when forward without gulp
different baskets
purple gets darker
when I collect my clusters
by single assembling
and setting rock won't let child's paper be thrown away:
hand through trellis
feeds like a placenta,
baby soon translates color transfer
red/blue inhale/exhale
squats in front of vine
as hope to not just look at ground cover
up from miscarriage weed
A contest entry
- Clean and Simple by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended October 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
good luck isn't my fixer; unnatural emoticons off list too including no applause symbol...
Comments
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I do not know what to make of these images, the title, or the use of “miscarriage” as a modifier of weed.
As the host of the contest I am behooved to comment, but I honestly cannot make any sense of this poem despite its vivid and unsettling images.
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Peripatetic thank you for cons/pros before proceeding
This might not be one to amble through. since, yes from the start I was sensitively abstract. I was evincing the notion of steady nutrition instead of emergency, as for (towards) pregnancy or general nourishing and various keys rotating that practicality in playing one ripeness off another.
first few hours of hearing from you, I remained in my hut per se hurtful of [your feeling] tackling through so to speak "up from miscarriage weed" because I've formed a calloused hand on it sort of... that can reopen to tell you though that was finishing the theme of not wanting wrong track of growth. however squatting by hope shows a rise to better considerations to pump stand for -- for a plump value ~
I hope this showed I wanted to join the contest's itinerary, yet I don't feel accomplished with those extraneous applause symnbols lol like I entreated by those entering comment/
called Carolyn
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