Friday, November 11, 2011

Prey. What does a poem prey upon?

Silence. And is well fed.

A meal cannot be created in total silence. A cook should mediate upon incomplete silence while she turns up the heat. Perhaps, too, a poet captures the beveled edge of things.

1 comment:

  1. whistling tea kettles and the crinolines
    of kids
    all of a path, the thatched hut and
    wolved flannels
    once more on the fallen hill
    to muddy up our shoestrings