Monday, July 11, 2011

Artificial. What's artificial in a poem?

The poet's signature -- sometimes imbedded, sometimes skimming the surface.


Same with a meal made with two or more ingredients.
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  1. SusanJuly 20, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    no signs

    intrepid on the moorland
    and golf balls flying by
    would like to visit such a cliff
    as green as green as green
    there hearts have stilled
    a mist, a cloud as thick as
    falsehood

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