The earth was flat,

until your hand

made it white

moonlit

round,

because you

are a good man,

kind and selfless.

 

 

~susan

a very limericky-oystery-type stew 

for those two.

if you take a look at our Intuitions pages -

you'll see how the images & poems are linked.

 

i'll be creating this page soon for Intuitions. 

we keep adding to it as more poems are put on the thread.

 

suze

if you want to add to the thread, but don't want your poem in Intuitions, just let me know - and your poem will be for this thread only.

 

 

 

 

 

he used pinking shears.....

sharp as alligator's jaws

chomping sloppy

work. it was his final

editing remark. it meant

he couldn't read your

paragraph. it was the

final fate of bad reports.

it meant another draft.

 

it kept the rest

in line, erasers worn.

but i was drawn to the

drama of the jaws. the

humor of the paper

being chewed. i had

the best penmanship

in the class, but every

now and then i'd write

something worthy of

his swamp. for years

i wondered why, but

now i see..... it was

in admiration of his

creativity.

 

he could have used

the red pen. like the

rest, those bloodletting

grammar czars of

whowhatwhereand

when...instead he

chose to devour,

and most did not

understand, but i saw

it as a mercy killing.

 

dw/03

 

 

 

and she said...

 

"You are a poet, Billy,

and not just a man who has learned to write poetry."

 

(for JP)

 

Brule'Billy