…while awaiting query responses ?
I could write a poem:
~Proem~
a stir
a flurry
a cascade of echoes
all prologue to the epilogue
frenzied fingers en route to denouement
beat a stiff meringue of phrases and voice
words like ripe plums
drop to the ground beneath the tree
waiting to be harvested
adjectives, like Lawrence’s lover with a pilgrim’s soul
meander among verbs and prepositions
yearn to nail down a simple truth, an alluring oeuvre
present perfect tense delights in its slow, sultry dance
so sit with me in my fin de siècle
and, breathless, I will share my story…
~.~
Uh...thanks?
ReplyDeleteCouldn't Jon Stewart's hand be groping my boob? I'm beyond grossed out by Karl Rove's sausage fingers.
What a funny and yet morbidly disturbing photo.
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