Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Thursday, November 29, 2007


Wild words skid
amid lucky bamboo
call the cry of scars
paddle down the moon
bereft of useful mojo

sundry recent dead
sidestep history's debt.
One mad zebra
kicks a bird of paradise,
swears the past was true.

Watercolor by Sue
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paisley said...

i am amazed at times with the workings of your mind.. you are always so figurative,, and i so literal... but it does sound nice when read aloud doesn't it????

Jo said...

Brilliant! I love where you took us.

Andy Sewina said...

Love the way this poem makes me want to read it over and over...

Dennis said...

Wonderful collection of words here and love how they come together.

Holly Mac said...

Really wonderful. I love the last bit.

Steve said...

it was true!

That was superb.

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Anonymous said...

The water color is superb.

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautifully mysterious and thought provoking

Linda Jacobs said...

Love "paddle down the moon." Also, thanks for the new word!

Deb said...

I thought you made up the title word, too...so creative!

I always look forward to seeing where you've gone. I'm a willing guest taken along!

Dennis said...

Vivid and full of surprise.
This is what poetry's for.

!!! Super !!!