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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
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  1. NeoFebruary 17, 2011 at 6:01 PM

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

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  2. Brian MillerFebruary 17, 2011 at 6:35 PM

    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. UnknownFebruary 17, 2011 at 7:03 PM

    @Brian...way aheada ya pal

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  4. MarianFebruary 17, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    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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  5. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceFebruary 18, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    magical.

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  6. PearlFebruary 18, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    Brian said it perfectly.

    Love this, Rene.

    Pearl

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  7. Kimberly KayeFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:14 PM

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

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  8. Fragrant LiarFebruary 18, 2011 at 1:38 PM

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

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  9. Maude LynnFebruary 18, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Love this.

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  10. Casey FreelandFebruary 19, 2011 at 4:39 PM

    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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  11. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 20, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    Beautiful, the "petal edged rivers" running crimson.

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  12. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 20, 2011 at 8:28 PM

    beautiful.

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  13. UnknownFebruary 21, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    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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  14. ClaudiaNovember 19, 2011 at 4:48 PM

    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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  15. Brian MillerNovember 19, 2011 at 4:53 PM

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

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  16. ScarletNovember 19, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    beautiful imagery ~

    nice to meet you at D'verse

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  17. AnonymousNovember 19, 2011 at 5:23 PM

    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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  18. AnonymousNovember 19, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    dripping dropping -> i can just feel this

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  19. AnonymousNovember 19, 2011 at 6:06 PM

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

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  20. Laurie KolpNovember 19, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    Rene- I really love this-

    and tied tongues
    dripping dropping
    polka dotting
    splashing down
    crimson

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  21. Ann ImigNovember 19, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    Ooh I like this.

    --One who always spill on self and surroundings

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  22. JJ Roa RodriguezNovember 19, 2011 at 9:29 PM

    Wonderfully written... Love it!

    JJRod'z

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  23. AnonymousNovember 20, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    poetic, love the wit in it,

    well done.

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  24. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallNovember 20, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    elegant.

    stay perfect, keep sharing.

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  25. SheilaNovember 21, 2011 at 10:53 PM

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

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