Sunday, February 13, 2011

Parallel. Does a poem conform to the laws of parallel lines?

In theory, nothing meets. Or is a poem under the geometric sway of the horizon?

On any given day a restaurant serves the exact meal to many diners. Is each enjoying parallel tastes?

Are any writing a parallel poem?

1 comment:

  1. Teapot

    then quite by accident a note
    of hickory hits the tongue
    where did that come from,
    one jagged rascal has to ask

    hot water is the falling shadow
    of a deed exhausting valor
    not one but two treacherous mountain
    lions seen bathing in the sun