The bellydancer drapes herself in vellum.
She's being slowly devoured by the bibliography
of a reference work on something convoluted and obscure
like the total tonnage of shipping to Madagascar in 1950,
or the hand positions used to mute medieval trumpets.
Her dog is never tethered and barks only softly,
his gaze is sapient and serene.
A moribund onion on the windowsill
mists the glass with its last exhalations.
The final pages of every volume sound the same.
trumpet; vellum; tonnage; devour; bark; bellydance; tether; drape; bibliography; hand; moribund; mist; convoluted; onions; sapient
--words courtesy of Read Write Poem
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Volume and Final Pages
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6 comments:
excellent, Tiel, just excellent. have a great day/ weekend.
Nice. Did you use all the words?
Excellent. Good usage of the words and good imagery.
-Nicole
Great job. cheers :)
This is great-surprising and unexpected images!
A moribund onion on the windowsill
mists the glass with its last exhalations.
I love this!
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