- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Old Poets Hide Behind Glasses
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Click hereI wish I was a canoe.
The bats are ready
to go flying for bugs.
Their eyelids droop,
have skin tags on them
like tiny pennants,
blinky pink openings
like flesh wounds.
This late afternoon
could be made into
a zebra bowl, where
this girl Jenny
jumped from her chair
and kissed me. My eyes
had to skip away.
- COMMENTS
buttersabout 13 years agoit speaks to me of being firm and streamlined - slipping into the channel, gliding through the waters of life, the quiet deepwaters, the rush and tumble of the white, the yearning ache of heading out over the falls...
the originality of the bats/skin-tags/zebra-bowled afternoon make this a refreshingly novel write. that zebra-bowl thing really has me thinking... not sure of your intent, but what i see is a strangely-shaped view through the fringing of eyelashes, and the connotations of life in the wild :)
Maria2394about 13 years agoof smithpeter. I ask, what does a canoe have to do with this poem?
I enjoyed the "newness" of it as opposed to the crap that has been appearing here lately. keep writing!
~ maria
twelveooneabout 13 years agovery nicely done. Some of it, some I don't understand, not sure about the eyelids part, but the late afternoon made into a zebra bowl, that is fantastic, one of those things I wished I would have thought of. If I wasn't so slavish, etc.
