Sunday, May 29, 2016

Confetti

Hundreds of poetry websites,
thousands of poets,
millions of poems.

I send up mine
and hope it will not be lost
in the cyber-abyss,
but I know better.

My smoke sculpture soul
and precious imagery
are superfluous and temporal,

as inconsequential
as the confetti
trampled and left for dead,

in Times Square
on New Year’s Day
at 6:07 a.m.

7 comments:

  1. But, in the end, we do the writing four ourselves, don't we?
    xo

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  2. It can feel that way--but there is only one you, and I like the way you write. So, I'm enjoying the confetti while it's raining down. :-)

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  3. Pearls before swine, I say, Mosky poo. You should get a zillion views.

    la la, da 'blossom

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  4. I feel that way, sometimes! Is anybody reading?? Too much content out there. But we do write for ourselves first, and hopefully make a few blogger friends along the way. I'm from NY and of course love the imagery here of the New Year's confetti! Keep writing :)

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    1. By the way, this is Loredana from magicofwords. I haven't figured out how to comment on Blogger with my WP account, so I'm using Google :)

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    2. Thanks, Loredana! I'm following you on Google +.

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    3. Following you, too, thanks!

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