Monday, January 28, 2008

work in progress

(yes - husband is now bearded. here he is with some of the manawatu’s famous wind turbines. he cycled up there. it’s a long way from our house. that’s why he looks a little sweaty.)

A poem in progress for Fraser. Only slightly daft.

ENDEARMENTS

My petit fromage noir.
My heart-shaped river stone.
My enamel bento box.
My odd sock.
My yard bird.
My dearest speck.

Oh curly one.
Oh restless leg.
Oh sweet and sour.
Oh sifted flour.

My warm brown egg.
My coffee pot.
My mulch, my humus,
my thick layer of good rot.

You lush and lovely.
You wreckless eric.
You Converse Classic.
You...you...you

every hour, on the hour
on 45, 33
and on imported, limited release EP.

My bean tee pee.
My sweet green tea.

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Glorious! I can see I am going to get a lot of inspiration from you this year. I love the line “you converse classic”.

Even tho I took the pic myself, I still have that ‘get on with it’ expression.. Thank you, my love. I am very glad to be your petit fromage noir

It’s beautiful, I love “my bean tee pee” I know exactly what you mean.

te he...cute

I reslly enjoyed your poem. I read ‘yard bird’ as ‘yarn bird’ - I guess because it was following on from a sock image So I like that as it pulls the reader up a bit and makes you go over the line again.

perfect in every way! (esp. ‘my warm brown egg.’ thank you for sharing it with us. x

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