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This epic sprawl of largesse

(a collage of some lines of you all’s, like I do every April)

This epic sprawl of largesse
In longhand

This mirror I once wondered
At

And the fire that lures
The heart that butterflies
The products in the cart

My little golden
Straddle plunder
Plotter

Asleep in silt
With the hand that holds
The hours that slow
This void of course
World without end

And then

9 thoughts on “This epic sprawl of largesse”

  1. Steven Karl

    Love this every time you do it! How each word/phrase changes with a different poet’s hand/mastery.

    1. Sharon Mesmer

      Oh, I’m glad! I’m working on some boring essays/articles for money (one about seizures for the Guardian right now) and reading and “picking” ( per Shanna 🙂 ) is such a pleasure.

  2. shanna

    Picker’s special! Always a good deal.

    1. Sharon Mesmer

      I’m a picker, that’s for sure.

  3. Becca

    “My little golden
    Straddle plunder
    Plotter”

    !!!

    1. Sharon Mesmer

      There’s like two or three lines packed in there.

  4. rloudon

    This poem feels yummy in my mouth

    1. Sharon Mesmer

      Yay!

  5. farrahfield

    Nice to see these reconstituted only 7 days in!

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