A Poem About Poetry

imaginarygarden Literary Excursions with ~ Metafiction

 

She’s a shoe string that won’t stay tied
dares you to double knot her, pull tight,
she’ll still slip loose like a boat and drift
the currents and tides of her fancies.
You can’t pin her down like a butterfly
in a frame, not even with golden pins
she’ll grin and wriggle away.

She is an enigma, a fairy tale, a fable
with a moral at the end. Truth, fiction,
fantasy and cold, hard fact. She’s words-
worth and a p(l)ath through the fields,
a pound of wilde, a frost that burns.
(See what I did there?) And now she’s donne…
till the next poem is written in the sand.

 

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16 thoughts on “A Poem About Poetry

  1. She’s words-
    worth and a p(l)ath through the fields,
    a pound of wilde, a frost that burns.

    I love what you did here, Debi.. soooo clever!

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  2. I want to dance to this, while running around giggling at words, loose
    pages and plotting. Misky is right, “Clever”! and delicious. Love the wordplay (name play?) and the visual spitting of p(i)ath. Just yummy, and so true.

    And the pause between “cold” and “hard fact”? pure brilliance!

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