Image by pauklein
on a catamaran
where the waters are green
I acquired a tan
that attracted a queen
she so loved my shade
that she gave me a crown
then I started to fade
till I lost all my brown
and the last thing she said
as I knelt at the log
was “Remove his pale head!”
and the axe cut the fog
(originally posted November 2013)
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Cheeky!
But I must say, I like a tan.
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we Italians come to it naturally
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That is true, actually.
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and you know this how….
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Observing italian friends.
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Marvelous lyrical imagery! (as usual 🙂 Thank you for ever inspiring with your gift!
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I always appreciate your comments
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Oooo…auto-tanning lotion was certainly called for…lovely poem I really enjoyed it, though..was she related to the Queen of Hearts by any chance?
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ha ha – very likely
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😀
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Great poem, a bit of Edward Lear about it.
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oh my – that’s a compliment, indeed – thank you
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Well, I loved this till you were beheaded by the queen–what a tacky wench!
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tacky is very polite
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Well, I sorta have a polite reputation to maintain.
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and you do so quite admirably
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Dir sir. I enjoyed your poem immensly. I am loathe to ever suggest a poet change their work. However, in a spirit of playfulness, I am curious if you would consider another version of this poem changing only one word. Consider changing the word “fog” to frog. It would work wonderfully and fit symbollically with the rest of the poem. Two versions. They both work. Peace.
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thanks for your thoughtful comment – your suggestion is pitch perfect
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Hi. Thanks Paul. Your creative symbolism flows throughout that poem. “Frog,” just another ending alluding to woman who want a Prince from kissing a frog. Lol.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Lear with an academic brain! Tremendous verse.
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I’m pleased it worked for you, mike
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Excellent rhythm!!
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I’m pleased that it worked for you
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Great imagery!!
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thanks kindly
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