Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Poetry Wednesday


one white cloud
truly bothered you
you had to look away
you said it was shaped like a terrier
that chased you on the street
when you were five years old
with an ice cream cone.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd something(s) not-mine that I love

Three untitled poems by Sappho:

1) If you will come
I shall put out
new pillows for
you to rest on

2) If you are squeamish
Don't prod the
beach rubble

3) You remind me
Of a very gentle
little girl I once
watched picking flowers

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