Daily Archives: April 24, 2013

Dreamy amoebas

Concrete poem of a shifty primitive life form

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Scented evening aroma

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
My favorite perfume, the scent of a day, ended with clouds and a chance it would rain. When all that was said collected in bolts, tore down towards earth and charged up the silt.…

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Cool patience

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
The once opaque sky, now cleaned by dawn’s light, uncovers a vast blue ceiling on high. Below, frost recoils as dew dripping down lush growth while heavy wisps of fog scatter from rivers and…

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Last breath

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Footsteps       crunch, crunch  through a path                    of leaf mulch rustle, rustle                   squirrels forage for nuts …

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Desserts, au naturel

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Cotton candy clouds of pastel pinks and blues  quietly parade above canopies whose leaves reach skyward  to soak up the solar honeydew. The sugar sweet scent of spring blooms from cherry trees and indian…

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Snappers and sardines

Two snapping turtles in a hoop trap with sardines Two turtle doves these ain’t This puts “Green Eggs and Ham” to shame All Dr. Seuss did was pull a cat from his brain

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The lightest dark

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Tired, my weary bones ache, muscles yawn and release their grasp from my rigid frame. Dreams vaporize each time my mind steps off the bed, stumbling outside myself  into some vacant, nameless path. So…

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Readymade poem

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Poem, will you write yourself for me? For I am too tongue-tied in my absent rhymes  to hear myself think. Will you inspire my hand to fly across the page or fuel my mind’s…

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Blockhead

Concrete poem of a paper bag fit for a blockhead A tribute to the Peanuts gallery within us all with apologies to Charles ‘Sparky’ Schultz Click the block to enlarge the font

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