Sunday, April 19, 2015

Half

Half
of all poems end

howls untethered
from the throat

tree blued, sky rooted

undersexed
and under glass.

For Karin's prompt at Real Toads

18 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A lot of wisdom in this poem :)
Beautifully executed!
xoxo

hedgewitch said...

Sometimes it's just about half a howl, but imo, glass is made to be broken. Always amazing what you do with a few perfect words.

Sylvia K said...

No one says/writes it better and in so few words and I do love them all!! Have a great new week, MZ!!

Fireblossom said...

In case of boredom, break glass!

Outlawyer said...

Agree with Hedge--you really manage to distill so much--it is just terrific MZ--thanks. k.

angieinspired said...

I always love your distillations. I like how the poet reflects on her poetry under a microscopic glass.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Zowie! Written as only you can do it!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Zowie! Written as only you can do it!

Debi Swim said...

howls untethered
from the throat
tree blued, sky rooted....
I do so like that

Susie Clevenger said...

I have done a lot of howling lately. Love this!

Magaly Guerrero said...

*thinking of Glass Ceilings and very strong lady hammers*

Björn Rudberg said...

That glass have a tendency to smother.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yours don't!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"Undersexed and under glass" nothing explains my premise of I Hate Poetry better than those four words, Thanks, Moskowitz

R.K. Garon said...

always interesting and a joy to read.
ZQ

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is so cool!

Grapefruit Jean said...

I love this.

grapeling said...

fine. damn fine ~