Sunday, October 18, 2009

the shoemaker and his tools


by night, a poet:
haiku striker,
tagger with a foreign totem.

his hands are stained
saddle-blazing brown,
the colour of a bareback rider
when new in town
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 18, 2009 at 5:15 PM

    there is a forest of hooves through the trees

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  2. veroniqueOctober 18, 2009 at 5:41 PM

    and nostrils mainline sable island wind.
    How odd the word neighbourhood is.

    Thank you,
    TroutScrim

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  3. seraphOctober 18, 2009 at 7:10 PM

    I love your rhyme.
    You always create new and unusual colors.
    Saddle-blaze brown is just so fitting in this piece.

    As always you are a joy to read.

    seraph

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  4. Pamme BoutselisOctober 19, 2009 at 12:46 PM

    Your words conjure such images.

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