Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Said. Is a poem a declaration?

What is meaning? Personal? Weight of stone, potato, feather? Of mirror? Whispered conversation?


Garlic -- one of the most said-full foods. Thank goodness.
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  1. SusanFebruary 7, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    hallways

    where the slumbering
    leave out a word
    once spoken

    they walked with lights
    and dug-up laments
    an ancient gait

    token of a timeless cry
    timber, talisman
    ragtag pile of broken glass

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