(i) You with your nine lives love me to be beautiful let me paint you one picture born blue, hands gnarly the tell-tale signs are there I've washed my hair in years (ii) All points east ever since you announced it before the guru went away, we came from all directions listless as winter (iii) There's Spring nearby the year ahead it opens filled with a disappearance of distant trees of birds hopping two-legged their field empty, clogged with mud - raining again
- First lines of first poem of the month 2022
- the unhitched hiker
- In the shadow of Spring
- Phantasmagoria
- Would it were so
- Five answers to Neruda
- Brouhaha
- where they once lived
- A private world
- Twin trails
- Paging, Mother
- First lines of more January poems 2022
- the unhitched hiker
- word jazz
- Gone
- Trappings
- chrysalis
- In Recovery
- pet talk
- hewing out some Hughes
For my MTB prompt Finding It First we’re composing a ‘Found’ poem of very first lines of poetry from our own first poem of the month Jan-Dec 2022. If we did not post a poem every month, then we choose first lines from the rest of January 2022 poems. 12 is the mandatory minimum, more is optional. No additions are permitted other than tense, preposition or conjunction, and enjambment for added flow and sense. Date order is not required. The title of this poem is taken from a 1st line of my “Two Takes on Thesaurus“
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