We are the unsquare pegs peg-board makers abhor. None of the examples on top of the box remotely resemble. Hold one of us up. What do you see? Four totally out of plumb sides and a smidge. Smidge cattywampus and smudged by a thumb goes this way ‘steada ‘at. Let’s just say our clocks are not on the dot. Earth leans right, we lean left. Compass points north, guess who ends up heading south. Try holding one of our sides like thiiiiiis, think to work ourselves into shape. Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, ow. We stretch, we groan. Pretzel parts didn’t know we had. No. Fugedaboudit. Heads and bodies Sanforized? Y’am what I yam, y’ar what y’ar. No fancy- shmancy board with fancy- shmancy designer-shaped holes will matchmake. Read our lips: ain’ happenin’. ‘Cause we think smidges and smudges rock No matter how cleverly they drill, can’t hammer us in. ‘Why? ‘Cause we’re good for one thing. Think you spell it p-o-e-t-r-. . .y?
How can anyone write like you, and expect to fit a square mold. No waaaayyy! Particularly dealing with poetry. Good job Pea... but then again, am I surprised? Nooooo!
Individuality is an artistic, poetic trait and if you do not possess a uniqueness of rhinestones, tie-dye, sponge-Rorschach, Eve Ensler Vagina Monologues, The Three Stooges, Andy Warhol, Judy Chicago, Red Skelton, Andy Kaufman, Sid Viscious and the Sex Pistols, Johnny Depp, Barny Fife, Fonzie, Marilyn Manson, RuPaul, Richard Simmons, or Rupert of Survivor, you will not SURVIVE this business! POE-et-ry without in-di-vi-du-al-i-ty is just another copycat of Edgar A who can't fly the bird...RAVEN!
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Carmen
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love Tinka
Sage who luvs ya, tie-dye me a T size medium
ya think?
Love,
CJ
No rhyme, no reason, we do it just because we can. :) Love the way your mind works--clever presentation, and you're one of the best!! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And y’ar what y’ar,
And this is a fine poem,
Y'er deservin a Gold Star!
Excellent poetry; brava~!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn the Texas Tornado. :D
‘Cause we think
smidges and smudges rock