Embrace the unfamiliar. Break the old patterns whether food or lines. Perhaps a day without enjambment would be beneficial. Write a long poem. It can always be whittled down to the minimal. There is a safety net; don't confuse with a spider's web.
Savor the anticipation of both -- duck and words.
Mining Towns p. 17-18
ReplyDeleteYou couldn't know the cold cuts
stacked inside a see-through drawer
could save the day!
Not a smile so pretty
disturbs the placid ascent to topography
I do not trap the feeling so much
as marks, strung into the net--
a seminole for supper, a jam