Verbs Aren't The Only Doing Words

by abracadabra   Dec 16, 2009


They came out jagged
as he rolled over. They came
scratching out of my throat and
perhaps my eyebrows and temples,
tumbling forward
through the bedsheets
to crash into the lamplight
welled in his right ear.
They came, vibrating, gyrating,
flying over his hidden face
tearing his eyes, kicking his nose,
shaking his lips.
Some dark, some blacker
some big, some larger
some loud, some louder
of mysterious source,
with mysterious cause,
alone yet in harness,
scattered yet fixed,
like stains, like stars, like
the moles on his back.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Hi Abby...
    ...just passin' thru , again......busy being a great-gramma....chuckling...
    and assessing whatever else is left..
    chuckling again..

    Everything of yours I have ever read is
    real poetry....
    some are even 1-act plays...'~)
    really tickles me to come back and see u still in print here..And have a new name..
    so fitting..

    ok..so..now we know the names of the moles..
    glad to hear you're all still together;
    so are we.
    Peace, Prayer, and Poetry,
    Roxy

  • 13 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    If I'm educated enough on my poetic terms, you used enjambment pretty nicely here! You definitely know how to use the different literary devices to spice your poems up...great work! Not many writers can pull this off.

  • 13 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Your use of words is mighty curious. Lots of harsh language. I've never read a poem you've written that I didn't like, Abby so fabby

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