Hello sunshine!
The grass is singing,
the people look like like flowers at last
eating fire,
butterflies and moths.
Bring me sunshine,
wild
tigers in red weather
ways of seeing
astonishment.
The versions of us
lost in translation:
pure
wild
love poems.
Paris Poem
Paris was ours,
Paris to the moon!
Paris, Paris -
a moveable feast.
Paris, mon amour.
A Couplet on Being Single
In a town of five thousand people
the heart is a lonely hunter.
On the road
lonesome traveller,
big magic.
Tender is the night.
Beloved
nocturnes -
gilead
to the moon.
Redemption
The snow queen,
the ice queen,
there but for the
green heart.
Love begins in winter:
the spinning heart,
the magnetic north;
rapture.
Dystopia
A confederacy of dunces
the world to come.
Oh là là! That Paris poem works a charm -- and I adore "Hello Sunshine! The grass is singing..." -- perfect for spring.
ReplyDeleteThank you Elizabeth, this prompt was great fun!
DeleteI have never heard of this before but WOW...I absolutely love the concept :)
ReplyDeleteCheers from Germany.