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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


Comments

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

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

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  4. How wonderful.

    I'm wordslayed.

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

    And I may, still. :-)

    Pearl

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

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