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Image: Escher, Puddle 1952

the sky was gorgeous today
did you see it?
omg, it was
amazing

i struggled to name it
but ended up slack jawed
stuck in my tracks
wordslayed

thoughts tangled like kite strings
in Charlie Brown treetops
ARRGH! 
so frustrating

and all i could think of
were well trodden verses
balding adjectives
and mucky cliches

so no river of beauty today
from this dammed up poet
just a muddle of
thud

oh well
you had to be there,
my dears
cuz the sky was gorgeous today


Rene ~ June 2012
For Magpie Tales


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  1. GraceJune 18, 2012 at 9:03 PM

    Too glorious to capture and put down in a verse, hey :-) Enjoyed your take on the prompt ~

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  2. Brian MillerJune 18, 2012 at 10:44 PM

    hey any sky that will rob you of your words has to be good...smiles...like the charlie brown refs...the argh and the thud...hope the landing wasnt too hard, but at least you got the view...smiles.

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  3. HelenJune 19, 2012 at 12:36 AM

    No muddling, mucking Pie in the sky words from me ~ I loved your poem!

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  4. PearlJune 19, 2012 at 10:35 AM

    How wonderful.

    I'm wordslayed.

    And "balding adjectives". Wish I'd said that.

    And I may, still. :-)

    Pearl

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  5. Buddah MoskowitzJune 19, 2012 at 10:58 AM

    If I could only write this well and informed! Sometimes you capture the magic and sometimes you just witness it. Loved this.

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  6. Tess KincaidJune 19, 2012 at 12:39 PM

    I adore balding adjectives...

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  7. MichaelJune 26, 2012 at 12:30 PM

    just a muddle of thud--love that. Perfect.

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