Presents

[miyako73]

What shall I do with these dark chocolates
You shove into my mouth and parching throat
Choking from dead clichés hard to swallow?

I asked the same with yesterday's cupcakes
That came with a short note of three stale words
I heard before from the croaking of frogs.

What shall I do to show you I am full
And my mouth and choked throat will never speak
But burp the words, unchewed, before farting?

[tailor STATELY]

Giggle

I leave you with a snippet (well, one half) of one of Emily D's poems I find appropriate when reading your poetry:

478: She dealt her pretty words like Blades -
How glittering they shone -
And every One unbared a nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone -

Sincerely.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[PrinceMyshkin]

If the case was not made by all that preceded it, it was surely made by that final "farting"! It moves at that point from articulate disdain to unvarnished contempt!

[miyako73]

If the case was not made by all that preceded it, it was surely made by that final "farting"! It moves at that point from articulate disdain to unvarnished contempt!

I think you're prose is as good as your poetry. I like what you wrote above. Thanks, Prince. I hope one of these days, you will post your prose.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I think you're prose is as good as your poetry. I like what you wrote above. Thanks, Prince. I hope one of these days, you will post your prose.

Oh, you are very kind to say that. In fact, prose was my truer love although I began as an archetypical teen-ager to write poems; but I remember promising myself that when I "grew up" I would write fiction.

And I did, and loved it. Two of my novels, some of my short stories & two children's stories were published BUT...

I hit a stone wall many, too many, years ago - the result of several rejections - and haven't been able to conceive let alone write any fiction since then. I returned, gratefully, to writing poems, with more attention than had been the case earlier.