Professor Plum

For: She Who Weakened - Poem by Professor Plum

i poured a poesy
from a jar in a field

full of two-petaled
flowers that were

not mechanical
boxes filled with

churning lubricant,
but she

had on a dead
man's shirt.

the sun was just
coming up, and

our shoes were
covered with dew.

I remember purple
plaid blankets

and her beaming.

Topic(s) of this poem: fashion

Comments about For: She Who Weakened by Professor Plum

  • Rookie - 161 Points Michael Oliver (10/19/2014 2:52:00 PM)

    A smooth sentimental in the best Iaiah Berlin sense - makes one want to say ah and yet one knows these episodes. Cool (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 50,465 Points Chinedu Dike (9/18/2014 5:23:00 PM)

    Highly imaginative piece of poetry. The last sentence l remember purple blankets and her beaming is very romantic and I love it so much. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,497 Points Unwritten Soul (8/25/2014 7:49:00 AM)

    It does have a beautiful imagery when we really imagine what you tried to say here, poetic expression to me_Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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