And my results from this are:
Trump
Today you said I’ve come full circle,
Round and round I go.
Uroborus
Munching my own tail.
Please. Give me benefit of spiral
instead, movement rather than ground zero.
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Lurch
“Lands gad,” he says to my lad.
“Up there ahead, do you see?”
Reeling left, my son lifts his great
heft
Calling, “Harbor ho!” bitterly.
He hates coming home to see me.
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Bowl-Over
Because I said I would.
Our love started on a night
When the moon was round, and the stars
hung
Low. Now my belly is round, and my
breasts hang low, and
Only you could love me so
Voraciously still.
Each memory is a chemical balance,
fermenting with age until we are
Ripe with such fullness. I partake of
this drink, with you, because I said I would.
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For another rendition from the same palette check out Sleepy Joe's lovely story here. Much thanks to her for sharing part of her world.
And for your final piece of magic today I bring you some love from Xavier Rudd:
Bowl-Over made me cry. Honestly, tears down my cheeks. You're so talented. And, I'm so blessed to call you my friend.
ReplyDeleteTears...such a high compliment, Jewels. Thank you for feeling so deeply and knowing a bit of where I'm coming from. I'm likewise blessed to call you friend.
DeleteCaitlyn, I got your comment but I'm not sure why it's not showing up? Ironic in so many ways, eh? But you are sooo not lame. I could gush here, but for both our sakes I'm choosing not to. Thanks for the kudos on the poetry. Love your stuff too, huge chunks.
ReplyDeleteI love that you got poetry and such wonderful hope and magic in bowled-over. And I got something wholly different, same palette different shades ;-) Plus Xavier goes so well with this post!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the linky link and what beautiful shade of blue you created.