She is working on a manuscript
she is working on a manuscript, from spring to fall-
that is all
poems, edited like tilling the soil in spring--trying to multi-task....paying attention to everything green
removing the fluff of dandelions, leaving the roots of words intact--
lessening the clutter of extraneous beauty
excising the useless pretty temporary blurts... for sharper clearer stars, seen inside the peripheries--the depths
of willful dark nights
and in late fall, the poems
stand like leafless leathery trees--ready to fall lightly on the pages
the stark silhouette of terraced words pressed to vanilla sheets leaving the laundered poems
to stand by themselves
the poet, just the launderer
as poems pelt like a chilly october rain- authored by both-
joy and pain
what winged beast, being herself could bring creation better than the gentle willow,
whose wood constructs the shelf all the dead poets' books line
......simply divine
~kate lamberg (c) '18
that is all
poems, edited like tilling the soil in spring--trying to multi-task....paying attention to everything green
removing the fluff of dandelions, leaving the roots of words intact--
lessening the clutter of extraneous beauty
excising the useless pretty temporary blurts... for sharper clearer stars, seen inside the peripheries--the depths
of willful dark nights
and in late fall, the poems
stand like leafless leathery trees--ready to fall lightly on the pages
the stark silhouette of terraced words pressed to vanilla sheets leaving the laundered poems
to stand by themselves
the poet, just the launderer
as poems pelt like a chilly october rain- authored by both-
joy and pain
what winged beast, being herself could bring creation better than the gentle willow,
whose wood constructs the shelf all the dead poets' books line
......simply divine
~kate lamberg (c) '18
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