Starting a thread of tiny poems

Naked branches
scrawling their
way to the stars
and heaving
sighs of
relief

For Aunty:

Aunty-Mischievous
Fixing me up
With Mail-Order bride!

Strung out and sprawling on couches and chairs
bathed by strings of fuzzy lights
a small radio sits among the debris
the music smoothes everything together
the scent in the room is familiar
and responsible for it all

Quote:

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"Modern Love"
I am broken.
Fix me.

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Eternal Love
I am dying
Save Me!

Little poem.
Pale.
Underfed.
Wait
and we will try
to find the food you like.

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Originally Posted by blp

Do you know the Kenneth Koch Variations on another famous Williams poem?

http://www.eliteskills.com/analysis_...h_analysis.php

Florence has gone
blond
she's gone

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Oh yes! I do remember Kenneth Koch and I remember that funny, funny parody NOW, but I wasn't thinking of it when I wrote my tiny parody. Kenneth Koch's is so much better, of course.
Is the Florence poem yours. It's FABULOUS! And wonderfully tiny!

Replies #47-50 Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. All fun to read!
Kiz Paws -- your metaphor is Updikean. (Is that a word?)
Lote-Tree, I am mischievous, never anti-mischievous. (That would be Aunt Polly in the Adventures of Tom Sawyer. Or the civilizin' Aunt Sally in The Adventures of Huck Finn. I keep getting those old biddies confused.)
Sec of Defense- I know you're not Rummy. Rumsfeld with his tangled syntax could never write a poem this good.
You've got a love any line that has the word "debris" in it.
And the little poem about the malnourished poem-- fine
use of personification.

I'm so glad I logged on to this network. These were all delightful. Seriously!
Your Auntie

Florence has gone
blond
she's gone

Florence was the good doctor's wife, wasn't she?
Elsie, the gal in the poem, "For Elsie," worked for the family.
more about the Koch parody: all from WCM's tiny poem about the plums in the ice box. Jack Paar, the late (in more ways than one) night talk show host, had a similar experience. He thought the dish in his wife's refrigerator was apricots. But they were egg yolks. I kid you not.

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Originally Posted by AuntShecky

Lote-Tree, I am mischievous, never anti-mischievous.

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Bueno!

Welcome Aunti Loki :D

I am tired
My body weeps last drops of strength
and darkness comes
i lie down, close my eyes, and wait for dawn.

Ambergris,
on the sea,
the way tongues
carry myths
of what moves
in shadows.

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Originally Posted by AuntShecky

Kiz Paws -- your metaphor is Updikean. (Is that a word?)

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Thanks, what a compliment indeed :thumbs_up

Yes, this is definitely a good thread, kudos to whoever started it! :)

His heart was stolen
away by the eyes
of the girl who
swallowed his
words

Sleep!!
Get back here right now
and clean up this mess!!

My voice is for you
For you only but if
Someone else hears
It’s ok I don’t mind
That everyone knows
My heart is yours
And was from that
First magical kiss

[QUOTE=kiz_paws;432353]Thanks, what a compliment indeed :thumbs_up

Yes, this is definitely a good thread, kudos to whoever started it! :)

Guess who?

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Originally Posted by firefangled

Ambergris,
on the sea,
the way tongues
carry myths
of what moves
in shadows.

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I like the last four lines of this. Re: ambergris. It's whale vomit,usually found washed up on beaches, but you are
right in that it floats on the sea. Perhaps you could write a second poem on the paradoxical nature of the foul-smelling stuff, which is an essential ingredient of perfume.

If I toot
my own horn
can I play
in your band?