The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Pretty Perserverance

oh, my, my, my, my, my, my...
where are my pretty words?


they used to glide
down like a silk stocking
on an autumn afternoon


lately, they've been
bunched up like
grandmama's girdle in august


"c'mon girl
lean in and
pull it together"


i shake and struggle
against too much morbidity
and not enough material


a multitude of sins
to be boiled down to
three adjectives


eventually things do come
together bound
and determined


with a tug and a pull
breathe in grandmama


now exhale...

Rene ~ 2010

17 comments:

  1. the exhale is always cleansing...not that i have ever worn a girdle but...smiles.

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  2. i am really feeling this one, mama.

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  3. Yep. There is more room out than there is in, so breathe...

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  4. ...and I should take my own advice. I feel it, too, my dear.

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  5. Well, actually, Rene, these are very beautiful words:

    "they used to glide
    down like a silk stocking
    on an autumn afternoon"

    --the just flow.

    you do crack me up, btw, how you continually change your blog. hee.

    Hope you are well.

    Right, on to catch up some and read a few more of your posts here.

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  6. Your words are fine, bunched up or not. They are!

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  7. I'm all about whalebone corsets, myself. And bustles. Definitely bustles. You should see the looks I get.

    Sometimes the muse is stubborn, no doubt about it.

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  8. love the simplicity and rhythm in it.

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  9. Oh, I'm there too. Beautifully written!

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  10. wonderful words that paint delightfully vivid pictures in my imagination! I think your writing just keeps getting better.

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  11. It's the love of writing that covers a multitude of sins. I did love the stanza on the stockings.

    Words come and light on my desk when they're ready. They flit away when I chase them.

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  12. Great poem! Definitely in the top 3 I've read this evening and I reckon I'm on 50.

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  13. ha! amazing analogy! what writer can't identify with this? love it.

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  14. you write so many poems,
    what brilliant mind you have here..
    love the freshness in your style.

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    awards,
    pass to 1 to 10 friends..
    Happy Weekend!
    xxx

    hope to see you in our poetry potluck tomorrow...

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  16. Very beautiful way with words.. Let go, breathe.. enjoy!!

    Here's mine:
    http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/06/27/fire-inside-the-snow/

    All the Best
    xox

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    Greetings, friend!!
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    You will have 60 hours enjoying the fun.
    Hurry up, the more you share, the happier we are.
    Hope to see you in our party, hurry up, the earlier you are in, the more traffic you get...
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