Apologies for the no-post Friday. It was a hectic end to a tiring and somewhat depressing week. To make up for my tardiness, I present you with Saturday evening poetry. From the front of our refrigerator, courtesy of Magnetic Poetry (attributions added wherever I could remember them):
sweat
falls
like
rain
through
the
hot
summer
void
urge me by chanting worship
languid black sheep
sweet bitter
ugly puppy head
(by me, my personal favorite)
my arm
one sausage like water
stormed and
cooked
by moon wax
all girls are gifts
(some mother visiting our place wrote this, I swear)
delicate heave
but iron day
floods me
he soars in the winter fluff
(not by me, but I presume about me, author unknown)
repulsive
honey
ship
smooth white behind
(shame on whoever did that)
blue
juice
(a tribute to my gatorade supply)
like raw frantic death
incubate
him
dream
woman
has
gorgeous
tongue of drool
beneath
(me - I put this one near the bottom of the fridge, underneath the plethora of magnets above it, I think that its poignantly brief)
symphony stare as essential power of will
sordid chocolate apparatus
finger size milk
(I seem to remember this was courtesy of Allyson [Lydic] Gretz)
goddess screams
what is up man
(me)
some enormous produce after a spring ache
mother will rock
she could use my dress
may windy diamond petals whisper
a thousand delirious moments
her hair smells like eternity
(me)
3 comments:
Poetry is totally cool. Reading poems the other night lifted my spirits.
I love playing with the magnetic poetry...you can come up with the stupids sayings but somehow they make sense...don't know why that is.
:-)
ok, i just realized I spelled "stupidest" wrong...oh well. sorry about that.
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