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04 January 2011

A poet's New Year

The year
newborn, fresh
seems to contain
limitless
possibility
trails to blaze.

Words ripe, dripping
fragrant
cry out
for the plucking
sweet juices flow
like life sustaining
blood
to the permanance
of paper.




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9 comments:

  1. Alida SharpJanuary 4, 2011 at 7:30 PM

    What great imagery...words ripe dripping fragrant. I can see it.

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  2. Brian MillerJanuary 4, 2011 at 9:25 PM

    let those juicesflow on teh new years canvas

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  3. dudeJanuary 5, 2011 at 5:19 AM

    Let it flow Sista! Expecting wonderful words to come form the Master through you...blessings!

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  4. Ann KroekerJanuary 5, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    Yummy. I like phrase after phrase:

    "Words ripe, dripping/fragrant"

    "cry out/for the plucking"

    "like life sustaining/blood/to the permanence/of paper."


    Well, that's pretty much the whole poem I just excerpted, isn't it? :)

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  5. David RupertJanuary 5, 2011 at 1:14 PM

    "Ripe words" I love that image

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Beautiful, and a very hopeful outlook on a new year full of writing!

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  7. HeatherJanuary 5, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    Beautiful poem. The second stanza is stunning. Thank you for sharing!

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2011 at 8:25 PM

    Very nice!

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  9. Steve IsaakJanuary 7, 2011 at 4:15 PM

    Good, vivid imagery abounds in an excellent, short piece.

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