This is the kind of poetry that I appreciate the most.. and wish I could write as well.. the stream of consciousness given a direction best known to the author, while the reader muses and understands the minds need for segue.
Stream of consciousness is how it percolates and splashed on the page. Glad you can gather what I spilled
This poem contains so many sidelong, unexpected--and pleasing--turns of phrase and comparisons. As Kerry says, this is good stuff. Off to read more.
when did it feel like plums? the first time you pulled my lip. when did the breeze come to life? the first time you lifted my skirt. sor...
This is the kind of poetry that I appreciate the most.. and wish I could write as well.. the stream of consciousness given a direction best known to the author, while the reader muses and understands the minds need for segue.
ReplyDeleteStream of consciousness is how it percolates and splashed on the page. Glad you can gather what I spilled
ReplyDeleteThis poem contains so many sidelong, unexpected--and pleasing--turns of phrase and comparisons. As Kerry says, this is good stuff. Off to read more.
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