Intellectual Mind Sex

Renee has been reading poetry lately. Here are some favourite excerpts (I love the word excerpt. It just looks so fancy, you know? Like there are so many sounds that should be pronounced but then aren't, like a pumpkin tart. BTW I ate my weight in chocolate cheesecake tonight and now I feel more than a little ill. Tangent)

Not a day passes, not a minute or second without a corpse. - Walt Whitman

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
- T.S. Eliot

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
- e.e. cummings

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden


A young watchman leans at a window and sees the lights
of barges butting their way across a harbor, nets of
red and white lanterns in a railroad yard, and a span
of glooms splashed with lines of white and blurs of
crosses and clusters over the sleeping city.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars
and has a soul.
- Carl Sandburg

Hope that stimulated your cerebulums (word? i don't think so...)

Renee Out.

Update #6

Renee wrote an imagery poem for Writing!

She got a little carried away with the similes.

Five Skies a Day

the sun rises timidly and lends watered down

pastels to an early morning canvas; purple, pink, blue

she trembles into the sky to face the day

she then

gains confidence and roars to blazing heats

burns red inside our eyes

and hungrily looks for tender flesh to tattoo crimson

then

she wavers, in the sky

and gives in, softening kindly

casting golden slats

and now the sky is orange, red, yellow

like a leafblower took an autumn landscape

and splattered it across the sky

which soon becomes

a dark blue

like someone thickly slathered navy icing across a cake and scattered silver sprinkles

which hours later will burn out

leaving a pool of navy ink

awaiting a quill

and then

and then

she comes back

and we start again

Renee Out.

Update #5

Almost halfway there! What a naysayer that Gab is.

I like poetry!

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.  - Carl Sandburg

I celebrate myself and sing myself, for what I am you are and every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you. - Walt Whitman

When music sounds, all that I was I am 
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; 
And from Time's woods break into distant song 
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. 

Renee Out.