Saturday, November 14, 2009

I could have been a trunk

the lichened limb had spread so slightly freaky now
downing itself upon the brisk green slope with a tender growth-

that made me think of an arabesque that swirled serene,

when,

someone whispered in my ear about purple perambulations
and a sudden swoon turned this sour world into a swirl of joy:

it's hard to blame the classics even when four becomes five.

is it really that easy to die?

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  2. The "purple perambulations" are often on my mind. There is a sort of comfort in this thing that helps make life kinder. Not sure why that is.

    Good poem, as usual.

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  3. I think it is easier than any of us can fathom.
    xo
    erin

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  4. When the end is right, perhaps it is. Perhaps it feels like "an arabesque that swirled serene."

    Well done and fiercely your own, as always.

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  5. welcome back WIAW. Thx Megs and PO.

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  6. Life is precious and fragile...
    Like this one a lot!

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  7. great poem... love the twist at the end!

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  8. the movement in this is lovely, especially with so much stillness there as well.... you manage to achieve these quite remarkable pairings and conversations...
    easy death... I wonder how one would know...
    thanks as usual for lots to ponder

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Yes?