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March 21, 2008 at 5:29 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
hot diggety dogs, cool bananas, poetry blogs, all free amuirin grins,
how young we were back then when every fishwifes cry’s a song
and her husbands hands knit poems,
a blessing, a greeting, a toast, all rolled in one,
breakfast by the shining sea,
gingatao and endless cups of tea,
i saw them again last night,
they were here dancing,
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I loved reading this out loud, a mouthful of little smiles, lovely.
Comment by johemmant— March 21, 2008 #
How simply, wonderfully and completely charming. Just brilliant!
Comment by Fabian G. Franklin— March 21, 2008 #
a very cool poem, brilliant!
Comment by Sumedh— March 21, 2008 #
“her husbands hands knit poems” i like the societal inversion of this line. makes me giggle.
i would drink endless cups of gingatao divine, anytime.
Comment by Lakota— March 21, 2008 #
Evidently, judging from the tone of this lovely work, brilliance is not defined by controversy. This poem is the stroll to the nineteenth, one-up. Nice…
Comment by Bob— March 21, 2008 #
Lighthearted and playful..lovely.
Comment by nectarfizz— March 21, 2008 #
fanciful dreams, eh? You’ve quite the duality going there don’t ya?
Comment by ozymandiaz— March 21, 2008 #
madman,
do you ever sleep? The best!
“how young we were back then when every fishwifes cry’s a song
and her husbands hands knit poems,”
Comment by Scot— March 21, 2008 #
“elegant, simple, eternal, mischievous,” [he said, with a smile].
Comment by Chico Mahalo— March 21, 2008 #
Thanks everybody, I learned how to access the internet from my mobile phone, trouble will ensue no doubt, it’s 7.00 a.m. and I am thirsty,
Comment by Paul— March 22, 2008 #
Trouble is a good thing.
Mobility is even better.
Keep the absinthe flowing, so the fishwife and her first mate’s voices won’t go hoarse on us.
Comment by Eric1313— March 23, 2008 #