I am a traffic light
Red like heat
Orange heaves
Beaneath
Me
Like a world
Under
The sunset
Green lies at
The end
timid and pure
It almost makes me smile
Tooth by tooth
Like piano keys
but before the
whole song is
played
the mouth
f
a
l
l
s
shut
like
velvet theatre curtains
I'd like to
spring
these flashing traffic
lights but
it seems that
I can
never
quite make up
my
mind.
Word doodles are addictive. Peter, I blame you. In a good way.
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Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
.Hope.
Like a thousand little hands
Waving
As a dream flutters by
I see
Pinpricks
Of Hope
Piercing
The velvet vacuum
of
The End.
My first word-doodle ever! Actually, I lied. This is not my first word-doodle ever. Not really. It was a poem until I stopped myself half-way.
Waving
As a dream flutters by
I see
Pinpricks
Of Hope
Piercing
The velvet vacuum
of
The End.
My first word-doodle ever! Actually, I lied. This is not my first word-doodle ever. Not really. It was a poem until I stopped myself half-way.
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Le Petit Biographie
- Alexia
- I laugh, I live, I think, I write (not necessarily in that order)... padam, padam indeed, Ms. Piaf. This poetry is almost always spontaneous and almost rarely edited.