Very fine. I expect it to continue to reward re-readings. Gerard Manley Hopkins comes to mind.
Barry
On Mon, 4 Apr 2011 16:16:58 -0700, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>I thought about inhabiting co-habitats where one had lived
>With treble clef as pregnant as the willow lines, mid-wind.
>I thought intangibles were nemeses because because because
>Of wheat-free depths, no guarantee that there were menu-
>
>Driven casualties afoot, unless the dampness no one anymore
>Affords would liven up the place-kick
>In the northerly disposable grape fest lining the old field,
>Where the hatch of mutual escape.
>
>Then and only then would thus appear to be a moon to honey;
>There and only there the locus of a plant,
>Continually dis-included from plantation would be sloughed
>Away into the dither patch of strenuous confection
>
>Yesterday a pair of twelves reverted to the mingling
>Of watered wine and better pepper.
>Now I have my doubts my dray my Dramamine,
>My drapes and Walter who remembers who I am,
>
>Despite dis-inklings he would rub out of these sheets
>Of pulp and dry ice and demented forays into
>Mini-scence we've dredged from water and from brine
>[I think therefore he's fine].
>
>Adrenaline makes free particulates seem vines all through
>Divine momentum [let us shine],
>And let us innovate before the breezeway's shorted
>To a breeze, beyond the wheeze a quarter tone from pitch parfait.
>
>Sheila E. Murphy
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