Long View
Big sky arches
blue
Galleons of clouds sail
white
Ponds of seawater evaporate
pink
In basins of coral rubble
beige
Thin strip of vegetation
green
Keeping sky and planet apart
--Barbara Malcolm
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wild Words
Wild Words
Wild words, feral words
skittering across the slick floor,
claws clicking,
baring their teeth,
drooling on the sill,
barking at passing leaves.
Corral them, don’t tame them,
their wildness gives
your poem energy.
Fear is for sissies
hiding behind mama’s skirt.
Scoop your arms full,
words that wriggle and squirm
like 2-year-old toddlers.
Smear your face with them
like springtime mud,
luxuriate in them,
wallow in them,
roll and slide in sensuous abandon.
Brazen words
scorch the page,
light fires in the heart.
Wild words, feral words
skittering across the slick floor,
claws clicking,
baring their teeth,
drooling on the sill,
barking at passing leaves.
Corral them, don’t tame them,
their wildness gives
your poem energy.
Fear is for sissies
hiding behind mama’s skirt.
Scoop your arms full,
words that wriggle and squirm
like 2-year-old toddlers.
Smear your face with them
like springtime mud,
luxuriate in them,
wallow in them,
roll and slide in sensuous abandon.
Brazen words
scorch the page,
light fires in the heart.
--Barbara Malcolm
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