Thursday, November 10, 2011

Shimmer. What makes a poem shimmer?

Two things. Pen on paper. Light.


The sheen on soup can shimmer and rival any accompaniment of words. Especially chicken.
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  1. SusanNovember 21, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    pebbles in the pocket fold
    of a favorite shindig
    she boasted sheriff's stars
    & copper authority
    then those discombobulated lookers
    at the innocent logs
    never burning, never dug

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