Thursday, October 18, 2007

It's Da Bomb


Hmmm.

Totally unintended, but I see now that my poem below, on the preceding post, takes the shape of a bomb, or other piece of artillery.

I mean, yeah, words can be weapons, even poetry, but . . .

Herr Dr. Freud, what was I thinking?

3 comments:

Patti said...

I noticed an interesting shape when I read it, but couldn't put my finger on it.
Now I know...a hand grenade!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Okaaaaaay... I kind of thought it looked like a fish.

You know, like a big fish that fisherpeople hang up on the dock and get their photos taken with?

Like that.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

PS~do you need to talk? Mad about something? ;o)

Pawlie Kokonuts said...

Oh well, gals, one woman's fish is another's hand grenade. Both sort of have scales, eh?

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