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Saturday, November 19, 2011

battenburg lace


there's no emptying
my thoughts
my words
my endless, brilliant
failed to-do's
without carelessly spilling
a drop
or seven

battenburg lace
sunday afternoon
petal edged rivers run,
rise and gently stumble
over stones

and tied tongues
dripping dropping
polka dotting
splashing down
crimson


Rene ~ February/November 2011

25 comments:

  1. as, very cool, especially as I like red wine...

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  2. if you are quick you might catch some n your mouth before it hits the floor....five second rule right?

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  3. that's beautiful. and reminds me that i gotta get on scrubbing that red wine stain on my carpet from last night. ack!

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  4. Brian said it perfectly.

    Love this, Rene.

    Pearl

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  5. This is perfect. Not a word unneeded. Oh, and pop my cork while you're at it.

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  6. Aahh, anything with battenburg lace evokes memories in me. This was lovely.

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  7. It's a ghost story. I see no wine. Just a decades old bloody event. Great poem. Your work has the oddest effect on me.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  8. Beautiful, the "petal edged rivers" running crimson.

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  9. Love the sparsity of words, yet full meaning.
    I, too, am a drip-drop-slop spiller. And I just don't care. When i moved, I had a concrete floor poured and my rugs are brightly-colored orientals. Spilled red wine adds sublime ambiance. ;-)

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  10. oh the failed to-do's..love the dripping dropping polka dotting..splashing crimson..great visual..love me some red wine..smiles

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  11. smiles. was a nice revisit on this one...glad you were able to catch some...smiles.

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  12. beautiful imagery ~

    nice to meet you at D'verse

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  13. This is like 19th century German lieder -- in fact, this would work perfect set to music -- not pop, but something like a madrigal or Hugo Wolf.

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  14. dripping dropping -> i can just feel this

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  15. Last four lines of this are perfect...alliteration, staccato, sing song rhythm...nice. (sigh)

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  16. Rene- I really love this-

    and tied tongues
    dripping dropping
    polka dotting
    splashing down
    crimson

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  17. Ooh I like this.

    --One who always spill on self and surroundings

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  18. Wonderfully written... Love it!

    JJRod'z

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  19. poetic, love the wit in it,

    well done.

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  20. this is wonderful and I love the cascading feel to it - nice effect!

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