The Monday Poem: Improvisation IV by William Carlos Williams

Mamselle Day, Mamselle Day, come back again! Slip your clothes off!—the jingling of those little shell ornaments so deftly fastened—! The streets are turning in their covers. They smile with shut eyes. I have been twice to the moon since supper but she has nothing to tell me. Mamselle come back! I will be wiser this time. Continue reading The Monday Poem: Improvisation IV by William Carlos Williams

The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it!   There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling   Cellophaned flowers. To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree. Staging each one by hand. Directors of gardens, their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic theatres created a production by the name of Margaret. She sat by Neptune and they created poultry, and dogs with names of Mars and Fire. They were interested, to London they flew for a line and shine until ending. I use chance methods to create my poetry and I’d love to … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.