The porcupine’s
a creature creased
a spin of pins
It’s a preacher’s
histrionic fein of flair,
it’s (s)licks of chair.
Still
it’s fine this
phoenix-fix
from ash to his
my fi(e)n unleashed.
Girl with Ball by Roy Lichtenstein
For my poetic sister’s great choice of words.
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September 26, 2016
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
🙂 Love this.
I, of course, see “my fin unleashed.”
Always the mermaid.
I love that poetic sister of yours. 😉 ❤
🙂 we both do sister
Of course I should have seen the fin unleashed… now added
happy to help. 😉
I see “fie, nun-leashed.” 🙂
You know I love it. So glad you came to play word-games with me and De. I hope you are both up for more.
Oh sure… I will try my best