nycrostic 4
bathed in an
already set sun's
teasing exit,
traversing the
edge of ms liberty's
regally outstreched
youthful arm with well
placed pink fingers,
arranging her curls,
rubbing her shoulders,
kissing her goodnight.
talk a little while about the year
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- friday's poem: understanding you
- thursday's poem: tucson bound
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- Flashback! Young and Depressionable
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- earth drums
- the day after
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- a health plan i could live with.
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4 comments:
I feel like you've really found your voice with these nycrostics: reverential, poetic, compressed, and clearly deeply felt.
thanks SN! kinda how i feel about this town, so i'm glad it translates well.
amazing. i'm speechless. you said everything.
Who knew oxidized copper could be so sexy?
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