It’s how I poetry

I wrap my words
with bows,
to ribbon syllables
to sentences;
to sense and singe,
a silk-surprise
(whispered) fire-
placed;
both summer Christmas
and your birthdays
late in May.

it’s how we flowerbed
the only way
I ever poetry… and
gift for you.

The Bed In The Mirror by Henri Matisse

Lillian wants us to write poetry on the subject of gift at dVerse. Written in haste.
—
May 30, 2017

35 responses to “It’s how I poetry”

  1. Smiling I am! LOVE everything about this post! And most especially the last stanza. “It’s how we flowerbed….” what a fun, joyful, capricious statement! 🙂

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  3. Your poem made me smile too, Björn! It’s a lovely gift for a Tuesday night.
    ‘it’s how we flowerbed
    the only way
    I ever poetry’ 🙂

  4. What a gift and treat this is to read, I love your verbalisations, especially:
    ‘it’s how we flowerbed – the only way I ever poetry… and gift for you.’

  5. Really effective line breaks. This is my favorite:
    “a silk-surprise
    (whispered) fire-“

  6. This is inspiring! Your inventive wordplay makes me want to create new words.

  7. Really beautiful. I love how you use poetry as a gift, as a metaphor described as a living gift on holidays and other times. It is a meaningful gift.

  8. Sweet & resolute, brother–for sure, we all gift each other & posterity with poetry several times a week; may it continue.

  9. Gorgeous descriptions. I love the part about the ribbons. The imagery is great 🙂

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