Honeytrip Sestina / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

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Honeytrip Sestina

Beads of sweat driving on 280,
thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
Cross country for this honeytrip,
going down to incant a shadowmusic,
joined on stage by her fiddle,
swear to god I really miss her.

She knows that I've missed her,
she drives alone on highway 280.
Her grandfather also played fiddle,
and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
Let him play his shadowmusic,
as we recall the honeytrip.

Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
waterfall spray did mist her,
we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
a contra agent but plays good fiddle.

In the night sirens played fiddle,
rustling wail of honey trip.
Behind her ear was a wildflower,
I knew some day I would miss her.
Looking for tea olive on 280,
to play a few hours of shadowmusic.

Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
Westbound down Highway 280,
like a hound for the honeytrip,
after all her lies I still missed her,
blowing kisses from a field of wildflowers.

Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
The only crown prince of honey trip,
people parked and walked from 280.

Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
Lonesome old honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.

-Will Dockery

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[Peter J Ross]

In rec.arts.poems on Tue, 19 Oct 2010 07:40:28 -0700 (PDT), Will
Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:

<tripesnip>

One day, after you've learnt what a poem is, you might learn what a
sestina is.

But I doubt it. You don't want to learn, you only want to mark these
newsgroups as your territory by smearing your excrement on them.

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PJR :-)
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[Will Dockery]

Peter J Ross wrote:
>
> you might learn what a sestina is

I have it pretty well figured out after writing 5 or 6 of them last
year.

Honeytrip Sestina
>
> Beads of sweat driving on 280,
> thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
> Cross country for this honeytrip,
> going down to incant a shadowmusic,
> joined on stage by her fiddle,
> swear to god I really miss her.
>
> She knows that I've missed her,
> she drives alone on highway 280.
> Her grandfather also played fiddle,
> and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
> Let him play his shadowmusic,
> as we recall the honeytrip.
>
> Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
> waterfall spray did mist her,
> we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
> Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
> saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
> a contra agent but plays good fiddle.
>
> In the night sirens played fiddle,
> rustling wail of honey trip.
> Behind her ear was a wildflower,
> I knew some day I would miss her.
> Looking for tea olive on 280,
> to play a few hours of shadowmusic.
>
> Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
> Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
> Westbound down Highway 280,
> like a hound for the honeytrip,
> after all her lies I still missed her,
> blowing kisses from a field of wildflowers.
>
> Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
> she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
> When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
> ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
> The only crown prince of honey trip,
> people parked and walked from 280.
>
> Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
> I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
> Lonesome old honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.
>
> -Will Dockery

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