Clang clang clang
bell ferry sung
over water
ice at the bow
dung worker on holiday;
cuffs stiff crust from yesterday
river in a rush wrapped in gray
de dome stripped gay
of darkened thrush
no heartened ray at all
still, its a holiday,
a bit of white bread,
the Goddess in a tuft of spray.
faded in lengthened shadow,
dock
seagull on a pole
city at the end of the rope
echoes sky.
Indignant seagull returns
same as he was before:
with hard eyes.
Author notes
Prolly shouldn't rhyme stuff less one is an accomplished meterist, read that somewhere.
I suppose the question is: What stuff?
In a list
Please tell me what you think
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Happy Belated Birthday. I'm a terrible allpoetry user.
I like, "river in a rush wrapped in gray..." Reminds me of the rivers here in Chicago during winter storms. -
Happy Birthday, Luty!
Thank you for all your poemies, rhymers. free or blank verse, that you gifted us with. Now, there are always words behind words, behind words in your poetry. This poem makes me, the reader wonder: which city? And: word play brought me to Salt Lake City and Colorado River ... and the novel ...
Of course. Hopefully you are not near the end of your rope, yet -- wow, you are OLDER than I am! -- may your bell of poetry clang its echoes of sky for some time to come, and into Eternity.
Love
Myra
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happy Birthday Lute, I have you by a few.
Your stuff rhymes real good
no apologeeze pleeze
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Happy Birthday Lute.
It's your birthday you can rhyme if you want to.
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stuff sounds to me like that:
clang clang clang, bell
ferry sung
over water
iced bow
dung worker on holiday
cuff still, cuffed yesterday
river rush, wrapped in gray
etc.
accomplished meterist could be someone who reads aloud, maybe?
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