Tag: Poetry
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Why being the creative type sucks, an ironical freeform pwm.
Question to ask somebody: When you think, do you do as I do and sing the words a little bit to a tune you do not know, nor to which you might not see the next bars of on the score? Do you like me swing low over the phrases of this poem, thrashing, gesticulating…
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Elegy for Resident Alien
Grey wad of disjointed something Barreling toward my face. Driving on 55 at near seventy. At point of contact A sickening Thwap. Not enough mass for a Thump, Though the volume of orange pulp Which issued from your mouth At point of contact Indicated otherwise. Perhaps. I’m sorry, little starling, For what I did to…
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The Echo Chamber
Inside the echo chamber. Shouting match with the walls. Friends, a blithe coterie singing merrily inward. To and from each other. To no other but themselves. Go forth they say: Collaborate. Create. Succeed. Make Possible. Live Expansively. Fund and Incorporate. Drive and Innovate. Rise above. Embrace uncertainty. Seize. Attack ferociously. Make it bleed. Sustain. Run…
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A Poem for a Missing Friend
Winter passes bleak and fleeting. Spring’s promise: cloying. A snowflake on a girl friend’s nose. From on high, product of grey. Still. White. Fleet, it falls and fades away. Failed accumulation: too warm for that. God’s grace, you see. The glowing. That ache? Longing for my April.
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On Haiku
I bought a book of haiku last week. I admired its contents for its simplicity, a certain sparseness. They are bleak and uplifting, simultaneously. They also contain a universal grammar and reference structure which I’ve written out below in the form of haiku. Exhibit of calm evoking a grey feeling– One delicate thing.