Pearly girlie plays with words,
sounds, meanings, structures
and arrives at intriguing
revelations or conundrums
that always go deeper
than you might first expect.
Work different from mine,
which is plainer.
I don’t have to be the same
to appreciate the juicy flesh
of a poem bitten into and tasted –
thrilling to its savour, inhaling
the lingering memory,
running my tongue again and again
over satisfying texture.
[Poem #55]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent, lapsing and resuming) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
Comments taken from original blog:
ReplyDeletePearl27 September 2008 at 10:59
thank you. :)
and taking a page from you, I started letting people know that I've done ones about them.
Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 September 2008 at 13:36
You're welcome! :)
I let people know if they are still in my life and easily identifiable. Others I try to make unidentifiable while still giving my truthful impressions.
And then there's the dead, such as my Mum. I figure they don't mind.