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07 September 2006


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A rule? Nah, I can't tell, but I'm no good at that sort of thing. I like all the little, intimate details in this poem, though.




It had to match your mood lately ?


both the poem and the photographs are fantastic! thanks for commenting on my blog cause otherwise i may not have found yours...tried the flckr mosaic thanks to you :-)


Needs some music! "Reeeed roses for a bloooo lady..." Maybe "Mood Indigo?"

Prairie Mary


thanks for visiting my poetry thursday blog so i could find yours. i love the list, i could actually visualise each thing as i was reading through your poem and saw them all lined up on the lawn outside. i don't know if you have a lawn, but that's the image i got from reading. great poem and awesome photo, thanks!

Crafty Green Poet

Hi there, i think you used the same rule as I did- listing blue things without using the word blue. Your poem works really well, excellent in fact. I particularly love the ending.

Paris Parfait

Wonderful photo montage and beautiful poem - I like the layers of meaning.


Crafty Green Poet got it! I wanted to write a very blue poem, without using the word blue.

Thanks, all, for your comments. This one was fun.


I thought it was something involving enjambment. For fun, I "straightened out" the enjambed lines:

These things you loved, and left me:
turquoise set in silver buckles;
lapis in a gold band. Tattered jeans;
faded work shirts;
one iris in a cobalt vase.
A painted iron bed, with flannel sheets worn thin and pale.
Billie Holiday, Nina Simone.
A delicate Chinese teacup;
a jeweled bird.
Two antique lacquered fountain pens;
one inkwell.
Morning glories climbing an adobe wall.
This vast and empty New Mexico sky.

Rumor has it that a poem doesn't hold up if it doesn't hold up when you straighten it out. I think this one does pretty well.


I wrote a very similar poem about thirty years ago, so it was with a start that I encountered yours. The color is red, but it may be a little more elliptical. See if this doesn't remind you of your poem.

These things made you
melancholy: red
wine; Venetian
paintings; cinnamon
rolls; the wish
for motherhood and
sons; the fact
that you were six
years up
on me.

The red in motherhood is childbirth, the red in six year up is embarrassment.


Joseph -- thank you for your comment, and your poem.

...a poem doesn't hold up if it doesn't hold up when you straighten it out.

I'd never hear this -- and it seems not-intuitive to me. Line breaks are so difficult, so carefully chosen (for me, anyway) --

I expect a poem to perform much better with, than without them.

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