NaPoWriMo Day 5: A Tribute to Buffalo Bill

There are lots of poets from Buffalo
but unlike the Bills
we are not defunct

We who
make over words used
to sing to dance to joy to

make a red unicycle ride
out of form to take a
? as meaning, curved watersmooth-
as the Niagara before falling, silver

the way water mimics metal, no stallion
for the lone ranger to tie and
otherwise break

count ‘em onetwothreefourfive
words, like birds, like pigeonsjustlikethat

makes you believe in Jesus
in all the surrender he
who is before and after was

not belief as much as a
hope beyond handsome
painted-by-numbers god/man

and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

Today, for NaPoWriMo, I am doing a form called a Golden Shovel.  Hee, hee.  I usually use simple iron ones for outside work.  However, the last word in each line of this poem when read separately is the e. e. cummings poem, “Buffalo Bill’s.”  Hope you like!  I just left the last 2 lines as is, because you just can’t mess with perfection.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to NaPoWriMo Day 5: A Tribute to Buffalo Bill

  1. michael says:

    I shoveled also, but yours is more golden I think LOL well done as usual

  2. K. A. Brace says:

    Susan, Wonderful, breathtaking and pourely Buffal, having lived there longer than any place on earth. I didn’t get the cummings but didn’t need to. Great write, better read. >KB

  3. Mike says:

    Original and entertaining poetry. Very well done.

  4. Starralee says:

    Oh wowza, you did well! I looked at the prompt and said, “forget it”…but then printed it out to ponder leisurely, so we’ll see….

  5. nelle says:

    Clever, and that must have been so difficult in the writing!

  6. Alice Keys says:

    Oh Poet from Buffalo, This is a dangerous tripping hazard for the mind. I loved every rocky point of it. Alice

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