SFA | Documentary | Film | & Fried Pies
there is a rwp prompt online now about food.  This is a poem in itself. more about “SFA | Documentary | Film | & Fried Pies“, posted with vodpod  

plasterform
If I cast plaster over my small world would it create a white inversion of my polychromic chaos? Could the negatives of cat hairs seem arranged processional as lines of poetry, and etch the wet lime inverse with platitudes of order? What cryptic shapes would come from ball point pens, remote controls and  coffee cups? A cylinder of air might stand where glasses still with water waited to be taken to the kitchen; would there be for every ball of lint and pernicious putrid cookie crumb, hemispheres, a plethora of holes the size of dried green peas or paper match heads? Lime like bone is porous it might suc

Nov17__Tuesday
Poem prompt explosion or/and implosion Too much a lady to exceed the decibel level of a sigh she exploded .

Nov16__Monday
Between breaths, literally, a brilliant blue Autumn sky turned into winter.  Suddenly the trees look bare, and I want coffee–and chocolate. coincidentally, Robert’s prompt for today is “Clouds (blank),” clouds gray as old fence beyond the pale winter prowls and g

Revisionary #1
New game:  Makeover Monday.  Revise, Renew, Recycle and this week the idea is to pull some lines from a poem and turn them into a “new, fresh poem”. . I wrote this for the double dog dare earlier this year, and left it pretty much alone from the rough draft.  I still like the idea, and think I may come back and write