Friday, August 10, 2012
Donut holes. Is it their sugar that remains me of some poems?
I can admire a well-written, lyrical personal narrative; although I try to find its impersonal core. Usually with slim success. Too much sugar does not inspire me. A line here or there, yes. The same with sentiment. I'm looking for the actual hole in the donut, which doesn't sell and, as they say, is illusive.
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Mining Towns p. 18-
ReplyDeleteDemoralizing the divide they crossed
in plenty of time--the wraith with
her wanting invisible, the stolid
gentleman who knew the way,
a lady of many disciplines,
and her puppy warm to the touch.
She exclaims Aha as if it mattered
on and on
&
sugar remains on the tray
reminds her of a promise