Saturday, September 17, 2011

Autumn Fridge Poetry


Autumn Fridge Poetry

Our journey to
spring was almost
so dream-like:
road in winter
above black-blue
stream trickle.

Yellowing flower
at harvest songs,
cloud is, but full.

Light-owl did make people say:
"Shell, hear!"
"Mushroom has roof!"

From woman:
wild sleep,
lunch, and eat.
Then, have let who (house)
commercial weed garden–
(mouth) between here; (stand)
I later cry.

Face she if
(fish) as

and look
dandelion breath
water- fall
know night,
how they want
early bark cicada, though
off him which–

shiver in life too,
happy thunder child
(moon).

Cat said:
"Snow there!"
Morning giver.

Come, man:
call it thought.
See his tears always smile.

Very an, an evening,
crab eye dog;

rust would freeze,
melt.


(9/17/2011)


Yes, I have a bunch of those word magnets on my fridge, and the above "poem" is what is there right now, word for word (I added the punctuation). I'm getting ready to pack the magnets up as I'm moving in about a week, but I thought it a fun "exercise" to type up what I "wrote" and share it here. I am so tempted to edit/revise, but I like how the meaning of what I came up with is loose word-play, like images in a dream perhaps.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Haiku - End of Summer

Haiku

End of summer move:
My life in boxes again,
Good use for phone books.


(9/2/2011)

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