Buds flesh out spring blessings—
reveries under jars
tentacles climbing glass
casting about stars
melting years eternal
Stroke their ancient tentacles,
as their reveries slip into bloom.
Brenda Warren 2013
After reading Quickly’s prompt (click on the hatched 12), I cut two lines from several poems that I’ve written this month and pasted them in the cut up machine at Language is a Virus. This resulted after several revisions (extensive cutting) on my part, but I did not alter the word order of the cut-up. I did add the words “into bloom” to tie it up at the end. Thanks for the prompt Miz Quickly, it made my life easy tonight.
I am finding that the cut-up machine produces some fun and interesting material. I love your poem, would not have known it was anything but your choices.
Oh yeah… that slipped into bloom, alright!
Your poem is lovely – the method defeated me.
Wow! Love it, all of it, makes me yearn for the sight and feel of all those small green growing things. We’ve had snow and ice for two days now, yuck. The end of your poem made me sigh in contentment. Thank you, my friend,
A lovely spring poem, Brenda. The opening line is really special. Did you have fun with the tools also?
Thank you, I did enjoy it, Pamela. I hadn’t visited the Language is a Virus site for awhile. I like it.
This is really lovely. Buds are so hopeful .. and brimming with promise. I’m longing for spring this year. Winter has seemed endless and we just got about 8+ inches of new snow yesterday.