Day 9– Meter
a poet of Scudder named De
a mermaid in indigo sea
beat me to the line
in meter-y brine
her limerick sliding down buttery
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Day 8- Elegy -
Ode to Travels Not To Be Taken
It is time to pack the
suitcase of dreams of
picking up and dropping
it all – wandering wantonly
dancing barefoot on the
shores of some foreign isle
it is time to embrace the
comfortable waltz of
sweet safe surroundings
with dreams dancing
in the sunset
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Day 7 – A List Poem
velvet talcum bottom
bare skin to skin melt
milk body temp heat
hot winds blow curtains
covering the bright sun
shining on that down covered
crown – a son – new word
whispered in frangipani
floating in a long ago room
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Love this, particularly Day 8, Elegy, which so beautifully describes a familiar type of travel. Makes me "pack" (the dreams) and "embrace" (all that is still embraceable)...
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