Making a Living out of Poetry
Haiku for the baptism,
sonnet for the wedding—drive-by shotgun words ringing (or)
tires on fresh asphalt delivering to a destination, for a price—
and passing countryside (a promise to revisit) sometime soon.
Bank account battles a rose. Clouds bend to pick up a penny.
Music’s supplied by accordions like reflections in windows
facing the news, guessing at words.
3 comments:
Great idea!
Worth a whole chapbook...make it tear-out and print a price on each poem:
Call it ... A Touch of Class? Hallmark witha Difference?
Hired Assassin/Enquire Within?
Aisha,
as always, I love your sense of humour and what it does to your take on life. Smiling and laughing here.
Helm.
Helm,
I am so glad I found you...I don't even have your email addy anymore, please send it to me.
bobbie.gogain@gmail.com
I LOVE YOUR BLOG, and your writing is as wonderful as ever.
God Bless you my friend,
Bobbie
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