Sunday, August 06, 2006

Sow What?

I pause before attentive rows
but leave without oration
bereft of proper pastel prose
to ply for presentation,
perhaps I’ll go where nothing grows
avoiding trepidation
and nurture the organic throes
of unabashed creation.

5 comments:

**silvermOOn**GEL said...

Here from frauline's blog.
This flows so smoothly in strong beats like music.
Cool alliteration here" Proper pastel prose to ply for presentation, perhaps"

I also like your "organic,growing title." I'm very into playing with words

rch said...

Hey sm, thanks for stopping by. I was riding my bike the other day and rested by a cornfield. When I left I wondered if they had strained their ears to hear something I may utter then looked at each other and said - so what? This of course left me wondering what to sow. Yes words are wonderful! Take care,

Bob

danny said...

I love the beat and rhythm of this poem; I could almost hear the drumbeat and guitar at the background.

Shirley said...

Talking to corn again are you? I thought you were over that phase. ;) Great poem! I can just hear the cornfield saying "Go ahead, we're all ears!"

rch said...

Hi Danny, I think it's the rhythm I get into when I'm pedalling away down the trail. Thanks for stopping by.

Hey Shirl, hopefully it's not too corny, awwww sorry had to do it 8^P