11 June 2011

Early Summer Poetry Slam #4: The Messenger

Grackle on the sill
Questions raised by gold-rimmed eyes
falling on waiting ears
Posted by Irish Gumbo at 12:01 AM
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5 comments:

  1. LeslieJune 11, 2011 at 12:29 AM

    That iridescent black bird is asking, but only you have the ability to answer her inquiry.

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  2. JayneJune 11, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Oh my--I read it as "Grackle on the grill" at first read! Thems would be some seriously hot questions... ;)

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  3. BethJune 11, 2011 at 8:56 PM

    Falling on waiting ears sounds like the story of my life. Great imagery.

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  4. KadeshFlowJune 11, 2011 at 11:27 PM

    I had to follow this blog just because of the picture...now I'm struggling to control my appetite. Crazy how the mind works.

    Oh! The haiku...beautiful imagery, my friend. Those eyes peer into your soul and make you wonder if you really know what;s going on.

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  5. Niena MuhammadJune 13, 2011 at 12:15 PM

    hey.. follow you, i'm from malaysia :)

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