Sidewalk flowers

She had long black hair

 

citykitty curbside streetrhyme clickyheels feeling

 

hipsway coolstrut barethreading indigo and gold

 

mean beats concrete cool lacewishes hoppin'

 

quickpop storefront windowglare expletives

 

love 

 

bright light night neonspirit firewalker

 

jack straightup  and  nevernever rules

 

no to no not to make her mistake her or try to break her   

 

owns the room room to roam roam to rome 

 

where all roads lead to home  

 

in a sunrise mindrush in mandarin grey  

 

and her crumpled bed that consumates her day  

 

anotherday her day her way

 

tilted jilted   mary go round and down with alice  

 

in the fuss of a bus stop gutter

 

her gutter  her rain  her pain

 

and laughs 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[arbitrary jane]

somehow you've made this read like a canvas that's been painted with music. this part right here:

bright light night neonspirit firewalker

jack straightup and nevernever rules

no to no not to make her mistake her or try to break her

that part gets a hearty 'mmmmmm....'

[just rose.]

I think this would work so beautifully as spoken word. there's almost a gertrude steinness here of playing with sound as a device that elevates the verse to even more playful.

[Audrey Howitt]

Wonderfully playful use of language--and for me--it is all about the sound of the words in this piece---The clicking of heels with pitch--not sure exactly how to explain it. Thanks for a wonderfully satisfying read.

[kasG]

Wonderful cadence. I actually felt like I was walking down a busy sidewalk witnessing snippets of life flourishing around me. Well done.

[zig]

ah, i really like this one, has lots of sureal image clutters, but still paints a rather vivid portriat... a solid identity. and i like the flow, the rhythm works very well in this. great job robin, enjoyed very much.

zig

[asdarkeyesclose]

i loved the way this flowed like a stream of consciousness- always unexpected with some wonderful word play. Stunning!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

OK, so the Tile Man weighs in... smooth as freshly mixed grout, nary a lump.

[An Ordinary Woman]

It's like a wonderful song! It flows so smooth, running from word to word and phrase to phrase. Love it, Robin!

[roarke]

I have to admit I got caught up in the cadence. Reminded me of Taiko Japanese drumming. Abstraction and message synchronizing with the rhythms of life.... not bad at all.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I like the beat you have going in this poem! Some intriguing wordplay and, as always, attention to detail that brings every scene you write about to life.