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Nancy said she thinks hitting Peeps with a hammer is "just wrong," but she sent me this poem with the note:
"Something I wrote after reading your blog posts.
Not refined, just born."
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April: national
poetry month
i want to write poetry again
thick and sweet
like Peeps
dirty and smoky
like Peeps blown up
i forgot the Easter baskets
my voice would not work for resurrection sunday
but the forsythia are blooming
from the bottom up
--Nancy L. Wade
I really like this poem.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thick and gooey and eerily light and somehow satisfying...kinda like peeeps. Except poetry is essential nourishment and peeeps...well..maybe i n some ways...
ReplyDeleteNancy's an old friend and a good poet who hasn't written much in years so I was delighted the Peeps sparked such a sweet and smoky poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments! And thanks, Fresca, for posting my spring blossom.
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