Too many fled
Spillways mouths
Oceans swill
May flies
Swamped
Too many words
Enough
Said it all
Spoke too much
Tongue tied
Talons claws syllables
Ships set sail
Anchors aweigh
Adrift such flame
Molten metal
Scimitar swiftness
Swallows at dusk
A vernacular
Unspeeched
I've said it all
And then some
We've said too much
And then some
Gongs of regret
Soaking it in
The choir of silence
Rehearsing
a brown hare (liebre marrón)
dances
diaphanous (diáfano)
as willow wind (viento del sauce)
whispers
to Ganymede (Ganimdes)
perched on a silver birch (abedul plateado)
whose broad bean (haba)
of muted lavender (lavanda apagado)
waits
* I walked into a hardware store and randomly collected paint samples. Pratt & Lambert Paints calls the strips of paper Color Narrative (tm). Then I randomly chose from my deck of 7 and arranged the words as above, with 11 words of my own added.
That was a rumor of crocus
Creeping under the myrtle
A promissory note
In the key of hope
Aside the stale snow
Stubborn against melt
That was a robin
No doubt at all
Its singular song
Perched on a wire
Strung from Kyiv
To Kalamazoo
Its clementine breast
Battered and beating
That was sunlight
They say piercing
Cumulus and doubt
A miracle or mirage
They say mingling
Shadow and blaze
