Unpack horizon’s duffle
of trinket light
and cloud swarm -
evening tumbles down
among winter scrums.
Chorus of men
in rhapsodic echo,
and porous thump,
ball changes hands -
a caress of lavender sky.
Two dozen loves
before game’s end...
it’s a stretch
Thanks, Misky. It was based on a momentary glance and then double take at a view from a window. I think it’s a stretch. :-). But like you, I like some of the word combinations so I might scrap it for parts. We’ll see how I get along with it as time goes by.
I agree with Misky–there’s some real phonetic delight happening in this one. You’ve got a deft touch with word play and imagery. Always a delight to read your work. 🙂
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There’s some wonderful word combinations in this piece. It’s so interesting!
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Thanks, Misky. It was based on a momentary glance and then double take at a view from a window. I think it’s a stretch. :-). But like you, I like some of the word combinations so I might scrap it for parts. We’ll see how I get along with it as time goes by.
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I’m a great believer in scraps, which is why I’m addicted to found poetry, I assume.
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I agree with Misky–there’s some real phonetic delight happening in this one. You’ve got a deft touch with word play and imagery. Always a delight to read your work. 🙂
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Thanks, Mike!
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