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bed headed
dandelion 
sunshine freckles
spill out

from 
hole-in-the-bucket 
cereal bowl
daydreams

tripping on
shoelaces 
winding
gloriously

green eyed 
and untied
jungle vines
tangled up

and tugging
fists full 
of nobody's home 
knock knock jokes

giggled 
to a 
monkey
playing

matchbook 
love songs 
on a tinker toy 
piano 

close your eyes
and sing along
unbelievably 
off key 
  
into the
stracciatella 
cirrus sky
let it go

kick out all
the tent pegs
and
let it flow 

Rene ~ 2013

Art by Jeanie Tomanek
via Magpie Tales

Comments

  1. Laurie KolpSeptember 1, 2013 at 9:34 AM

    Delightful, Rene!

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  2. JinksySeptember 1, 2013 at 9:42 AM

    Full of the holiday spirit, from beginning to end. :)

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  3. BerowneSeptember 1, 2013 at 9:44 AM

    "Stracciatella cirrus sky" - captivating...










































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  4. Kim Adams MorganSeptember 1, 2013 at 9:59 AM

    This is wonderful and playful; fun. I was your neighbor today at Magpie Tales.

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  5. Kodjo DeynooSeptember 1, 2013 at 10:43 AM

    Such fun read, I feel like reading it again

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  6. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 1, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    This is an excellent abstract poem - it works as ekphrasis and stands alone as a most unusual view of daily living.

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  7. Indigo RothSeptember 1, 2013 at 2:04 PM

    Wowsers Rene, I loved this. It's elusive to me, but I love the flow of it, the pictures, even if I see only parts of the whole. Indigo x

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  8. Kathe W.September 1, 2013 at 2:08 PM

    close your eyes
    and sing along
    unbelievably
    off key

    How delightful!

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  9. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 1, 2013 at 2:10 PM

    I especially love the cereal bowl daydreams. Makes me think of childhood. Until the stracciatella cirrus sky, which is amazing.

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  10. kelvin s.m.September 1, 2013 at 2:21 PM

    ...i had fun reading this Rene.... thanks! smiles...

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  11. Other MarySeptember 1, 2013 at 3:02 PM

    I just love these lines:

    tangled up

    and tugging
    fists full
    of nobody's home
    knock knock jokes

    And the idea of kicking out the tent pegs.

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  12. MarySeptember 1, 2013 at 7:28 PM

    An enjoyable read!

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  13. HelenSeptember 1, 2013 at 8:18 PM

    Ms. Rene ... you are one amazing poet.

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  14. CadSeptember 2, 2013 at 6:44 AM

    Loved it!

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  15. UnknownSeptember 2, 2013 at 10:53 AM

    Rene, This piece is absolutely delightfully nonsensical, and I loved every minute of it. Thank you for sharing.

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  16. Tess KincaidSeptember 2, 2013 at 12:24 PM

    Oh I really love cereal bowl daydreams...

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  17. UnknownSeptember 3, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    This is wonderful, Rene! Thank you.

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  18. UnknownSeptember 3, 2013 at 3:07 PM

    delightfully playful!

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  19. Silent Otto September 4, 2013 at 8:31 AM

    Blew me away !

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  20. Wayne PitchkoSeptember 4, 2013 at 11:52 PM

    well done.....and thanks for sharing your words

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  21. Carrie Van HornSeptember 5, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    Dreamy and fun....uniquely creative as usual Rene!

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