Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Chicken soup. What's the kinship between chicken soup and writing a poem?
Well if your grandmother never told you, perhaps, I should. A poem in its most culinary form is chicken soup. And, yes, chicken soup is always poetry. The ladle, the pen welcome leftovers to the stock pot. Remember, the page is often such.
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while rushing, the figure leans into the wind
ReplyDeleteno hats to fly off, no scarves to tangle
the buildings terrifically neutral
swell when regarded as temples and fires
all means to be recognized
but she cannot yet see it as there