haven't found my voice but again,
what was thrown upon me with touche shaken
to survival between suprono and alto
which I used to be during a lullaby,
until a cloud woke me
after miscarrage cant use that name
I reflect as daughter's pink boot
paints wall via sunshine
on elongated clog
once learned against glue
like starch versus easy share,
ripe fruit can pair
way shoes material left right feet similarily I see,
a comfortrableness that dresses one in song book
education tied to dance
lace recesses to lasso result,
my soft hair fillet bands
adaped into ponytail holder,
went wadded on trampoline
cleared for breath,
nonrandom caution inserted,
special pulse now will I remember
spurn matters as freedom
not just off my head but body to mold
longer than umbilical knot into ink,
careful can't even find place on paper of
wettened proof still chemical sensitive
theme yet because of hope
as who doesn't twiddle thumbs,
grain of wood node knawed hole
is in fence as telescope
or pen socket
to not write but read paradise
of trim or family tree
A contest entry
- what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please leave off good luck, unnatural emoticons, applause symbols...hypes
Comments
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Refreshing write!
Some good magic mix here, mbm. May 2009 bring you beautiful blossoms from poetic pruning.
Love
Myra
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Myra I want to think of momentum
thanks for finding this mirrorable to new ripples, though I wouldn't consider advertising its workings outside nature etcetera haha
I will try to log responsibly and not take time for granted lol or its durable generational quality, but I can't get comfortable morphing applause into symbols of strange cheer as I tried to caveat my commenters --
lately I feel attached too through rose gestures or words for such basic repercussions so thank you for tender visiting,
called Carolyn
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