Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sky, Earth, Sky

sky,
earth, sky,
never try
piloting prop
when you're sad and high.
last night i dreamed that i
cleared my head, got out of bed,
and walked down the wing to kiss you.
never take random pills with warm wine--
sky, earth, sky, fall, roll, rise, you, us, i.
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an Etheree for Play It Again, Toads.

18 comments:

  1. Well slam-diggity. This is one of my favorites. Super hot and feisty.

    "never try
    piloting prop
    when you're sad and high"

    Sounds like it turned out to be a pretty interesting ride to me. Just not too many pills ... you know? The headache alone could kill you.

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  2. I love the way this makes me feel motion. . . like the roll of a plane.

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  3. Superb!! Loved how this poem made me feel.. like a roller coaster ride :D
    Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. WOWZERS!!!!! I so totally love this poem!

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  5. I keep coming back to read it again and again. That's a pretty good compliment, isn't it? ;)

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  6. oh what a dream! cleverly done

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  7. I love the floaty feel of your words~ A dreamscape feeling, so well done and fun to read~

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  8. I keep re-reading too. It's satisfying and intriguing at once.

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  9. An enjoyable and delightful read, nice!

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  10. Love the motion in this and the last line is wonderful

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  11. AWww - good advice, although I love dreams of flying. The rhyme is so satisifying, and the progression in the last line really sums it up.

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  12. This is really lovely. I like the way the poem stretches out like the wing of a plane, and the second to last line is excellent advice!

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  13. This is a really hard form I think, very easy to lose the thread, but you make it work overtime for you, especially exploiting the random feel of it in that last line. Agree with Kerry on the walking the wing part, and also love the incidental rhyme you casually delight us with till you abandon it to throw a sharp unrhymed uppercut. You managed to say twice as much with half as many words as usual here--love it.

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  14. It is tough walking on wings when you mix pills and wine. Love this!

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  15. I really enjoy the rhyme here and the almost hypnotic way it unfolds - and the last line is such a joy to say!

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