All week I have been "meaning" to write a pantoum for the Thursday Poets Rally and today, at the last moment, my poem is complete.
Jingle is the organizer of the rally - it is a phenomenal opportunity for poets to gather, write and encourage one another. Check it out here.
Wicker Basket, Empty
Wicker basket empty except for the checkered table cloth
Buckle the life jacket to retrieve the nuggets from the water
Messenger river stones skipped into the watery waistline
There, there - see the traces, the silvery blue outlines
Buckle the life jacket to retrieve the nuggets from the water
Hear it, the what's missing between the shouting silence
There, there - see the traces, the silvery blue outlines
Seeking nameless, nearly formless, gooey solid bricks
Hear it, the what's missing between the shouting silence
Found beside the empty swallow's nest in the Linden tree
Seeking nameless, nearly formless, gooey solid bricks
Balance restored, knee bent, sole flat against the inner thigh
Found beside the empty swallow's nest in the Linden tree
Mulberry tree hides it swallows it, there beneath the massive leaves
Balance restored, knee bent, sole flat against the inner thigh
Crackling dryness smoothed edges guide the path to discovery
Mulberry tree hides it swallows it, there beneath the massive leaves
Wicker basket empty except for the checkered table cloth
Crackling dryness smoothed edges guide the path to discovery
Messenger river stones skipped into the watery waistline