I'm not happy
that was really hard. I'm apparently not very good at it yet. Maybe with some more practice, or if I come back to it later. . .
It blows open against
a patch of persimmons, tongue
curled and tickled
by tendrils. It looks
more like a face
than a flower, blotch shaped
like a closed eye.
I have a phrase "bearded frowm of an iris" in one of my other poems- I'm having too hard a time getting that out of my mind's record player.
posted by Unknown at 3:01 PM
1 Comments:
i really like your fragment here . . . but we can leave the whole deep image thing alone if you want, move on to other things . . . i just had this urge to play with it a bit-- if you were to ask me to write a sonnet, i'd probably have the same reaction.
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