Monday, July 13, 2009

one word creamery: heartbeat

poster child of
vivienne's seed:

the one you passed by,

the one before the orange flame,

the one whose terror
was ribbed in blindness:
that thunk

was plenty.



Blogger Teresa said...

interesting poem. what thunk was plenty? rather chilling, don't you think?

9:18 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Best I can tell, the poem itself is the thunk. Or at least the wave of imagery that led to it.

11:15 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

So it wasn't something that went thunk in the night and put terror into the heart of vivienne's child?

5:32 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

this makes me cry...

8:52 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Viv's child is fearless: it's the passerby got thunked.

Dee: I need to get a more pleasant muse...

11:05 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

sometimes a good cry isn't bad. Maybe it wasn't your muse but my mood. You leave a lot open to interpretation. Fools gold indeed...

1:31 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I know. It's just that I realized that some of my latest oneworders were on a bit of a slippery slope. Needing something more festive. Nudged that way, not entirely, today.

5:35 PM  

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