Poetry is my dog heart, my ugh of daystart, my arm as pillow, my shoebox of junkmail, my red-streaked sun of a face, my morning water, my unconceived daughter, my belly empty as a howl.
Poetry is my sister, My father more than most. Poetry is insides caving to unending filling, Poetry is my heart-string pulled against the page Poetry is my grace.
"Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face."
Eha
ReplyDeleteWe can do better than that. I dare you, Pally. I double-dog dare you to do better than that.
Here's your Anne Sexton Smackdown Assignment:
ReplyDeletePoetry is my______,
my________,
my__________,
my__________.
I'll post mine shortly.
ReplyDeleteWe soooo can do better. "Poetry is my mouth?" hahhahahha!
ReplyDeleteOk, no really.
Give me a sec. and I'll report back.
and p.s. I haven't been double-dog dared since I was about 12. So this is super exciting.
ReplyDeletePoetry is my dog heart,
ReplyDeletemy ugh of daystart, my
arm as pillow, my shoebox
of junkmail, my red-streaked
sun of a face, my morning
water, my unconceived
daughter, my belly
empty as a howl.
I love "poetry is my mouth!"
ReplyDeleteNellie: proudly double-dog-daring full-growned adults since 1984.
ReplyDeleteI'm supposed to follow THAT?
ReplyDeleteGosh Nellie.
"My unconceived daughter" gave me butterflies.
Poetry is my sister,
ReplyDeleteMy father more than most.
Poetry is insides caving
to unending filling,
Poetry is my heart-string
pulled against the page
Poetry is my grace.
I hate mine. Boo.
ReplyDeleteHurray for our Anne Sexton smackdown. Pronouncement: A SUCCESS! Hurrah.
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