27 January 2010

Winter Poetry Slam: Ft. McHenry Meditation #4

Lowering sky, pewter
Lone gull skimming leaden waves.
Welling tears, lost youth.
Posted by Irish Gumbo at 12:01 AM
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7 comments:

  1. mo.stoneskinJanuary 27, 2010 at 4:12 AM

    Poor gull, why is he crying? Just 'cos he's getting old or because he can't find enough fish? Both, I might add, are valid reasons.

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  2. cheatymoonJanuary 27, 2010 at 6:00 AM

    No kidding about the pewter. Hoping for some blue soon.

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  3. Chef EJanuary 27, 2010 at 9:14 AM

    I like this slam'thing; its slamming'ly wonderful Gumbo!

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  4. shabby girlJanuary 27, 2010 at 9:54 AM

    I see many levels here. Well done!

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2010 at 12:10 PM

    Brilliant, cutting last line here Irish.

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  6. justsomethoughts...January 27, 2010 at 12:18 PM

    going down, sir.

    you've convinced me

    that is very good
    very very good

    the alchemist will get to work next week
    this is his holiday

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  7. SydJanuary 28, 2010 at 7:25 AM

    I love those pewter skies. Those days are really not gloomy to me but beautiful in their own way.

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