to collapse on the floor
while a heart stands silently
peeling stars
peeling tough stars from the skies
barren lips shaken
words over words
shadowed by unrelenting curtains
he describes it as cheap labor
the art of writing poetry that is
to dangle participles
of regular past verbs
by their ankles
embracing their high heeled splendor
until closet is vacant
bed left unmade
kettle unboiled
write it down neatly, i say
then maybe, just maybe
i might understand you
by mary ann blinkhorn
written for Three Word Wednesday at: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
mypenandme 
No labor to read your work, as I dangle from the rafters to which I soar in admiration; You say it all neatly and with aplomb.
You should join us on Three Word Wednesday, Leeza. 🙂
Writing poetry is cheap labor? I don’t know, pleasure and pain perhaps, in either order.
I agree!
Really like this-it describes the process so well.
What a lovely compliment. Thank you, Frankie. 🙂
can’t “like” posts at the mo – pc won’t let let! enjoyed this poem – effortless use of words
Thanks very much for commenting. 🙂
Dangling words by their ankles indeed: how fantastic.
*smiling* – Thanks.
U is so talented.
‘You’ are so talented… 🙂
peeling stars..peeling words..what a wonderful metaphor..maybe words should not be peeled clinically..like an onion skin..a little bit of rough chopping can be good..simply beuatiful,jae
Thoughts to ponder… Thank you so much. Jae Rose.
Maybe, just maybe…nice hanging question.
Thank you very much.
cheap labour to write such beauty? your poetry is gorgeous.
Aw, thank you, Sheilagh. 🙂