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well, what do poets when rivers dry?
write punctuation; &
space (visions intuited,
thoughts supp
-lanting, -ressing)
not me, of course. i, and every other i,
scribe different.
and what do lovers after flames?
repetition, repetition; &
withdraw (feelings intuited,
fear-doubts p
-lanting, -ressing)
not us, of course. we, and every other we,
exist unique.
so you know,
i painted you.
better to admit cracked mud-bed skin
than pretend in punctuation
the river flames on.
then!--by admission (as poets learn)
life's found;
december '10
december '10
I haven't been over here to read in a while, and lo and behold, three new ones.
ReplyDeleteI'm reading and rereading your poetry when I should be grading papers. Can't stop. Do you think of publishing?
no, i don't. i occasionally read new poets and lose hope for poetry as a craft altogether--then, upon introspection, i realize that i likely appear exactly Thus to everyone who in their turn reads me.
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