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my imaginary day
by Kristina Woodhilli have whipped kryp
ton like a wind crazed
daze of dandelion seed
blown straight through
this no screen zone
string me up high
i said HIGH
and let
my kite ribs make
that cross over
rubba-doo intersec
ting ting ting
(no fire, please)
i'm soarin' over
this cricket leg
of gritty ground road
to canary eyeeyeeye
land to hear that yellow
bird sing
I'm tellin' you
once flown
i'll never soak
in that
home made
hot tub again
i'm takin' the plush
towel with me
the plug's been pulled
02/29/2008
Author's Note: So what do YOU do on a day that comes around only once every four years? ;)
Posted on 02/29/2008
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/29/08 at 06:01 PM Having a birthday only every four years would drive me crazy too. Visually speaking I really like how the first eight lines of your poem get gradually more narrow giving the appearance of a tornado or the poem itself twisting. Well done Kris! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/29/08 at 06:58 PM Wow! Whatever I do, it very likely won't come close to the raw, rampagerampantrollmeinbutterandlickmehoney you've put together in this! Whew |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/01/08 at 09:52 PM this is a dream and a half. love the kite ribs line...very fantasy. most intriguing...a 3-4 reader for sure. well done kw, now i go dream. |
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