Fridge Poem

Author's Note

Fridge Poem

Symphony
Music
Chants in Worship
To
The
Road beat in need of a Whisper.
Incubate,
Like the voided Woman.
What delirious smears of wax dreams…?
Sad,
Sordid…
I
Spring like Death,
Under the Shadow
On
A
Delicate
Peach.

(11.26.96)
Russell Munroe

Reviews

[Maxine]

this is so very fun(: It has pretty imagery and metaphors and is fun to read. Made me think of memories - how they're bitter-sweet "peaches" (if I may use your words) that were so sweet and beautiful adventures at the time, but slowly die a little when they turn to memories. Beautiful!

[Russell Munroe]

thanls

[Russell Munroe]

oops...

thanks

[A.E. Surdam]

I believe the poem was place in the wrong place, but beside that, your poem is wonderful. Beautiful metaphors and imagery.

[Russell Munroe]

Thanks.

Wrong place?

What would be the right place?

[A.E. Surdam]

When you open the add writing and pick your genre or type of writing there should be a box underneath a tool bar that you can write in. That's where most people place it. And you're welcome. Great piece.

[Russell Munroe]

Oh..that's what you mean. I haven't been able to get that to work.

[A.E. Surdam]

Hmm. Wonder why. Well, good luck!

[Russell Munroe]

thanks....