Monday, October 31, 2016

Robert Verdon, #345, if


if

having four perfect lines

to rescue from backbeat time

plumb the plangent present

plain as a rolled oat

on a golden spoon

succulent enough to plant upon the moon

 

 

 

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4 comments:

  1. Rob SchackneNovember 1, 2016 at 2:46 AM

    I like it so much, I need more, Robbie!

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  2. Robert VerdonNovember 1, 2016 at 7:44 AM

    Thanks, Rob, but I didn't have much time to write anything yesterday. This poem-a-day stuff is getting a bit onerous!

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  3. Kerri Shying RNovember 1, 2016 at 11:02 AM

    This made me a) want oats b) admire you the more.

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  4. Lucy AlexanderNovember 1, 2016 at 8:24 PM

    Enjoyed this one, Robbie, interesting shape and change of angles. The oat line is wonderful!

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