For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Thursday, 31 March 2011

A Lover of Flowers

one man
between maidens
'tween maidens a lover
choosing flowers above ivy
one bride

A little bit of Turkish: çiçek (flower)
Bir çiçekle yaz gelmez.
A flower doesn't make a summer.

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