I meet Ingi,
stumbling down
from the opposite blend
of a tumbled path
paved with impatient falling
matters.
Nearer,
our split-bottom steps tingle
from the crumbling glass,
as slivered gum-ball ends
spike bronze gowns
of brittle leaves.
We swear to sea,
and shake frowns
till our best parts do bend,
toppling humble hats
where waves diverge, to grow then
flatter.
— Francis Scudellari
6 comments:
nice!
last two lines are just right... like the flat done flatter... and then the other connotation of flatter... as though the sea has a kind of pandering to the waves...
enjoying reading your poetry a lot... see ya again soon
Thanks... this one came together pretty quickly, and to be honest its title was inspired by another "word verification" prompt (imetingi). I'm not sure why those words clicked, but they did. The rest kind of fell in place.
however it happens it happens, eh?
and that word verification stuff... i'm convinced that either blogger or google has it set to prompt the writers!
(diabolical schemes)
;)
Yes, I'm very grateful when the words come easily, no matter what the source. I'm sure there are subliminal messages afoot, but I probably subvert them with my uses :).
But it flows smoothly and easily, like a bubbling brook, Love it.
Thanks Jena. It does have a nice rhythm.
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