Monday, May 2, 2016

Catching th bug (Jeltje Fanoy #17)

aren't

they but        things
and unchanging shrines        for making us stay

Throwing objects away

where was I

when they and them        and those
and he and she        and we        needed me th most

Live yr fiery colours        in full        flight        in th flesh
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6 comments:

  1. chelateMay 2, 2016 at 4:36 PM

    love the flow and feel of this. great rhythm

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    1. jeltjeMay 2, 2016 at 6:22 PM

      thanks... it's trying to be performative!

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  2. Papa Osmubal Oscar Munoz BalajadiaMay 2, 2016 at 8:17 PM

    Reminds me of the American poet e.e. cummings. The ending is an impeccable beauty-- "Live yr fiery colours in full flight in th flesh"

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  3. ACskiMay 2, 2016 at 8:53 PM

    beaut!

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  4. Efi HatzimanolisMay 3, 2016 at 7:59 AM

    yes, wonderful

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  5. jeltjeMay 3, 2016 at 2:44 PM

    thanks, so pleased th poem works!

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