Wednesday, July 28, 2010

What % of poems fall below surface?

To rephrase, how is an iceberg like a typically fine poem?

Ah, the good meal is the tip of savored evening.

1 comment:

  1. A slash of light cannot
    all that I know tonight
    What surety of song
    becomes notation
    and a chorus of high notes
    breaking through the ice
    You will shoot what does not move--
    just pictures of the air