let’s avoid allusions
illusions
& pretentiousness
I want to write poetry
that rolls in the mud
& is happy
sleeping in sun
on the windowsill
or drinking in rain
like the thirsty dirt
I so want to make pies of
yes, let’s not
pretend to be clever
& instead
bite into this world
like a ripe melon
then rub the juice
all over our faces
Susan Daniels Poetry 
What fun! Lets!
🙂
great poem!
Yes, Let our voices sing our souls
let our measured metres translate the heat and intensity within
or melt away should they fail,
let our poetry the become the windows
through which the warm springs
welling up within us gush and flow out!
Such passion in your voice and in your songs – reminds me of the joy and energy of children playing and screaming and sliding in the mud during tropical rains – as a child I sang and danced in such rains and enjoyed the laughter of the skies as they reeled off peals and peals of thunder!
Noel, so lovely–that is EXACTLY the joy I want to invoke here….
So glad you like it! Come make mud pies with me, all you children trapped within poet’s bodies! 🙂
Noel–pretty please put your response above in our joint effort 🙂
I’m in! Good stuff. A little Whitman and a little Collins in there. I like.
Thank you! 🙂
I was smiling the entire time I wrote this, and laughing while I read it….
I like where this is going. I see a dog, a cat, a child, then a toddler enjoying dirty. I would like to see a little more of a thread to pull them together. As it is though good fun.
You see it–the thread holding them all together is a huge, yummy mess 🙂
Where else do you think I could take it–curious–because if I could make it fun with a punch…. Even better
Not sure. Maybe instead of describing the dog, cat, etc from the outside do it from their perspectives. Although that may just be a rabbit hole.
Worth a shot–maybe I’ll play around with it later.
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