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My sister’s beeswax hair is everywhere now
it bounces and sings
in the spun color of memory
on the lemonade bedspread
a blur of dandelion crowns
and butterfly bonnets
It twirls and curls
on the sun-soaked porch
in the cream corn linen
in the isotopes of hope cake
where tiger-lily tabbies make biscuits
til the spontaneous day breaks
It dances with fairies in the saffron wind
in the clatter of white rain
in the sleepy spoon swimming pool
in the harmony of yew wood
under the West Main Street sycamore trees
and helicopter promise seeds
glittering in the sun
it bounces and sings
in the spun color of memory
on the lemonade bedspread
a blur of dandelion crowns
and butterfly bonnets
It twirls and curls
on the sun-soaked porch
in the cream corn linen
in the isotopes of hope cake
where tiger-lily tabbies make biscuits
til the spontaneous day breaks
It dances with fairies in the saffron wind
in the clatter of white rain
in the sleepy spoon swimming pool
in the harmony of yew wood
under the West Main Street sycamore trees
and helicopter promise seeds
glittering in the sun
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Date: 2008-08-14 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 08:38 pm (UTC)You're awesome.
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Date: 2008-08-14 01:08 pm (UTC)Karma's hair
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Date: 2008-08-14 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-16 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-16 07:08 am (UTC)Now that I see the grass as inspiration, if you will, the poem kicks even more ass.
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Date: 2008-08-16 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Poetry is communication, albeit in a very stylized, pure form. All you have to worry about, really, is whether you're communicating what you intend to communicate (is it an emotion, a narrative, an image? Is it all three, is it none of the above? These questions will lead you forward when you are stuck). If you are communicating, the rest is just for fun, so play with it. And remember, especially during the first few years of its life, a poem cannot live up (in its writer's mind) to the ideas that inspired it. Read this same version of your poem in 2 years when it is long-forgotten and you will sob at its impact. In the meantime, keep writing for yourself, to communicate those nearly incommunicable ideas and thoughts and images in your mind. The more you write, the better you get, the more internalized the processes of writing and revising become.
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Date: 2008-08-16 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-16 05:55 pm (UTC)love to you,
Cathy
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Date: 2008-08-16 07:20 pm (UTC)