Books by Phyllis Jean Green
Nude Worth Study
Meet my new blank book.
Stunning, isn't she? Dig the virginal
glow. Bared skin an ivory
could turn an elephant green.
(I see a pachyderm born to survive.
Age finally fells, fans flock to
wreathe her in a sea of wild
perfumed with jasmine.
Tusks take half a hut
as they wait for the patina
that is said to revive
To cover between sittings, work
in a large peacock. Near holographic.
feathers should have the standard
eyes, dark and hypnotic. Rest,
shake, then stir. Here, blood-rust
plays footsie and handsie with aqua
and an anemone'd blue stands
in for royal. Meandering black
fences can no way contain. Our
artist -- Indian, I feel sure -- aced
a dizzy angle, then fanned the pimped
tail to the max. (Fold back over front
to where a navel would wink, were our
inner creature less fantasy bound.
Sounds as shy as the first hand-dampening
touch by an ostrich quill or pencil
fell off some truck.) (Magnet
in here. Got to be.)
My daughter, notorious
for doing magic, presented you.
Just like her.
To touch is a sacrilege, far less ravage.
But Art's middle name is Leap. Going
to rule my lines! My loops and curls
will rival Cirque de Soleil's. NO striking
out, NO erasing. I sharpen a marigold
Eagle fresh from a box and plunge.
Blood spills as the muse and I charge,
leaving a trail of writer's scat. Rushing
dashes us against rocks at a waterfall's
base. Isn't pretty.
Somewhere there's a poet who gets it right
the first time. (Third? Tenth?) Somewhere,
I surmise, one who's worthy. Hear me out.
Nowhere is there a poet you will treasure
you more when too many tides leave you
a tissue-balled shell, never quite wet, never
quite dry. So open for me, love.
Spread your inner flesh wide. Like this,
want you to tell.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, June, 2008 -- All Rights Reserved
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|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|WOW! What a creative gem you have written Phyllis!
I truly love this rare style!
Your imagery jumps off the naked pages into my scatterbrained mind!Running along paths not tread upon! YET?
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Gypsy Passion Sheeoxooo
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Really like this piece Phyllis
Love & peace
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|This poem had me smiling . What a unique idea!....M|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Beautifully penned Phyllis, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Stunning work. You actually are the one who got it right the first time. Love your creations. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
Phyllis quite enjoyed this very unique penning, intriquing.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Great poetic thoughts compiled in a beautiful look at life in the raw.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Such command of the language, a very creative piece as you do so well, just wonderful....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|"Somewhere there's a poet who gets it right
the first time." -- And thy name is Phyllis!
Fun in the hands of artist. - gene.
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Masterful indeed, Pea, Great write!|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Fantabulous write, Pea; love it!! BRAVA!
You broke it in perfectly!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Beautiful inspiration -- my favorite lines:
" ... my daughter, notorious
for doing magic, presented you.
Just like her. ...
But Art's middle name is Leap. .... my loops and curls
will rival Cirque de Soleil's. ....
Blood spills as Muse and I charge,
leaving a trail of writer's scat. ...." <--- messy, but BRILLIANT Carpe Diem!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.