one word revival: collar
plaster caesarcollard greens
dreaming down
the holler,
invisible thimblethin
moonshine dreaming
cowsills at the door
still gleaming
in plaster grilled
burgers through
the sounding beams
i go where no one
knows the plaster
dreamer
you might see
the kite lady
in yours, but
i've the mizifu
in mine. little rachel
& her broom,
it's whisking,
eric's wondering, but
the dreamer dreams on,
pulling us all on
by
the collar.
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posted by murat11 at 3:31 PM
11 Comments:
There isn't too much strain on that collar - we are swept along willingly.who doesn't want to follow the dreamer?
"the dreamer dreams on, pulling us all on by the collar" Love your ending, Bro Murat.
Better not let the Black Rose know you're dreamin of that mizifu in her fine black whale of a caddy... You could be plastered up against the wall and the pieces whisk broomed into the dust pan and thrown away. The dark ones are smooth, but pack a kick when riled. No red mamacita can hold a candle to that, I'm sure.
Oh yeah, I guess it didn't go through on an earlier post. I'm a Gemini through and through.
Teresa: First rule of LitCrit: never assume that "I" narrator is the poet s/heself (even if it is). These "I"s that float in, lord knows who they is, though it is true often enough that "i go where no one / knows," leastwise me.
That Gemini'll fit, sho nuff. Tina is Gemini Rising, Gemini Moon, Libra Sun. That's a lot of intellect on both y'all's parts - lots of mind traveling, too.
I know that about the "i", but I couldn't resist the tease about black beauties. That mizifu showing up two days in a row. Sounds like one of your hombres has a real thang for her.
T: Definitely got a thang for the linguistics, thass for sure...
mm-hmm and that big black whale of a caddy, too.
T: Think I've been collared. No way out.
Of course, Tina's totem is the whale, and she is the black rose.
good save there, good save
Dee: Your message got lost in the ethers till now. Probably a homonym switch: collar for caller.
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