Because we all want to write more poems.
Rough draft
I did not make a lunch today,
At noon I shall step outside and swallow up the clouds,
Wash them down with raindrops
Until sky is all that is left.
I'll wrap myself in that blue blanket
And wear the sun as a hat,
Tipped low over my eyes,
Lean up against a tree
And take a siesta.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Neil McKay
January 6, 2012
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I like some of the lines here
I like some of the lines here, the idea of wrapping myself with the sky as blanket and wearing the sun as a hat (to shield my eyes from what?). I will probably cannibalize this poem for something later on.
Benjamin Gorman
January 6, 2012
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whimsy!
I love the whimsy in this piece.
Yes, I wondered about the sun-hat, but liked it all the same.