
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet and
so cool
by William Carlos Williams
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet and
so cool
by William Carlos Williams
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Desert Storm
A would be panther?
a tiger?
you?
Hah!
you
are
not
even
a reptile
(though your tongue will catch flies)
you are a slovenly bullfrog,
a mewling cat
a greasy wide-bellied scampering rat
No,
I see you
Yes,
I can see you
you are yourself
nothing less
and certainly
nothing more
You belong in the sand
and should be trod upon heavily
by tons of camels
until it gets
very
very
dark
a tiger?
you?
Hah!
you
are
not
even
a reptile
(though your tongue will catch flies)
you are a slovenly bullfrog,
a mewling cat
a greasy wide-bellied scampering rat
No,
I see you
Yes,
I can see you
you are yourself
nothing less
and certainly
nothing more
You belong in the sand
and should be trod upon heavily
by tons of camels
until it gets
very
very
dark
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Tut
He wants to take me, bring me to the time of the Great Pyramids
I'll be dressed in gold
and we'll both go down, down, down
life's everchanging corridor
We are invincible
We are amazing
We are a fantastic couple
destined for greatness
We are the stuff of ancient civilisation
the stuff of dreams
We tunnel back through time
Clay falls from the walls
the earth doesn't settle
Can't see in front of us
bits flying
and where'll he take me in these wrteched helicopter flights of my imagination
To be honest,
I'm all about the bits
He's more abot the bite
I want the propellers to Stop chopping in my head
Let me go forward
Let me have my dream
Hush, hold my hand
Amy Redmond (c) 2008
I'll be dressed in gold
and we'll both go down, down, down
life's everchanging corridor
We are invincible
We are amazing
We are a fantastic couple
destined for greatness
We are the stuff of ancient civilisation
the stuff of dreams
We tunnel back through time
Clay falls from the walls
the earth doesn't settle
Can't see in front of us
bits flying
and where'll he take me in these wrteched helicopter flights of my imagination
To be honest,
I'm all about the bits
He's more abot the bite
I want the propellers to Stop chopping in my head
Let me go forward
Let me have my dream
Hush, hold my hand
Amy Redmond (c) 2008
Labels:
creative writing,
musing,
poetry,
poetry quote
Friday, January 28, 2011
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