honey stew
sexy lady—
Rivendell crowns your
belly downs,
fording the lowlands,
insinuating the high—
tree tops glisten, honey
are you listenin’—
all our wily ways:
chamomile junction
logarhythmic function
congressional charitable induction
as we wylder the
beest, conjugate the
versatile rhyme,
annotate the tropical
clime—
estuary bliss
accretionary kisses
in the luscious stewpot
of our anniversary reminisces—
Rivendell crowns your
belly downs,
fording the lowlands,
insinuating the high—
tree tops glisten, honey
are you listenin’—
all our wily ways:
chamomile junction
logarhythmic function
congressional charitable induction
as we wylder the
beest, conjugate the
versatile rhyme,
annotate the tropical
clime—
estuary bliss
accretionary kisses
in the luscious stewpot
of our anniversary reminisces—
Labels: emerald climes, sassafras, vast-uary
posted by murat11 at 8:12 PM
3 Comments:
The “Baronesses” is more my style (abysmal fondue and all) but I must say I am impressed by anything that can pull off an opening line like “sexy lady.” I kind of want to give this poem my phone number so I can worry if it will call later. Plus, the peek-a-boo rhyme scheme is fantastic. Happy V-Day.
Thanks for the props, Ms ALT. I like the term "peek-a-boo rhyme scheme": little nano-rhymes keep creeping in these days: effects of aging, methinks: we must all age into Audens and Yeatses.
Ms T insisted on a sexy poem for V-Day. Glad the logarhythms can still, occasionally, shuck and jive.
It sounded like an anniversary celebration Paschal. Hope that was what you meant it to invoke.
I've tagged you for an archive meme. http://chrysalisdreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-now-sandis-tag.html
Peace!
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