among red springs
i write a poem, a blank poem
it hovers and
crashes like the wind
a gag poem, a burn poem
thrashes, bleeds, loves
faces extinction
i dig in my pockets for the
threat of rain
the day presses
magnanimously
against my forehead
poem made of dark soil
poem torn from soft
womb matter
poem that shines like a
strange half-moon
and wanders underground
i erect a poem-house
made of silver nails
hushed, triangular poem
poem with a tall
blank face
i imitate an old woman
a crooked, cat-mouthed poem
dense, yellow, bewildered
half-woman, half-spring
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This is beautiful. L. I can always rely on you to make me reflect and remember poems that I should never forget.
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Thank you, J. This was fun to write, and I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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This is excellent!
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Thank you so much!
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Mind blowing
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Thank you!
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Most welcome
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Excellent Poem! I like the image, too. 🙂
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Thank you, friend! 🙂
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