mardi, octobre 12, 2004

Apple Ate

I apple ate for
winter time
festive red lit cheeks and
amber cores for eyes,
burning coals,
carol cries.

I apple ate for
harvest time
blue moon sank beneath
my window's wink
jumping dish
& fiddle dog
leapt to laugh to see to sport.

I apple ate for
summer time
winking sun
and daisy rope
chained unchained

I apple ate for
early may
or was it april
alone, unmade
my apples eaten,
unripe and rotten
on the ground.


Blogger Lukas Abrhm said...

i really like the whole yoda thing going on with the beginning of yr phrases...

1:58 PM  
Blogger k_sra said...

You know how you can start writing something with no clue of where it's supposed to go? That's what happened here. At the end I sort of wallow in a bad memory, but the rest is just messing with seasons. If I keep writing an explanation, pretty soon my explanation will be as long as or even longer than the poem itself. Now, that is an accomplishment... hold on, I gotta go post some fliers on a bulletin board. I'll be right back...

ok, I'm back and really liking the idea of having a comment on a post that's longer than the post... hold on, I'm gonna do a word count...110 vs the poem's 81.

3:42 PM  
Blogger Lukas Abrhm said...

yr making me want to put a comment on one of my oldest posts on belfry, the...also one of my favorites...well two technically...if you find the time, read tall tales and taller tales...somewhere in august...i must now go post how i have no idea what either of them is about....but i love em anyway.

3:24 AM  
Blogger k_sra said...

I will seek them out...

9:46 AM  

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