Mops & Metaphors

 

Like so much dirty water,
The words drop into the page,
         -- Ker-splosh! 
Syllable by syllable,
Image by impression,
Falling not so much 
In scansion as internal elegance
Of rhyme and rhythm and motion
Until the idea, the vision,
Floats there, coalesced from the backbrain
Like water wrung, strongly, from
Long cotton strands.
Falling back into the bucket
Tinged with personality

...or maybe just with dirt.

 

since 8/16/02
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