Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Cheese & fruit. What is the equivalent in poetry?

Pen & paper, of course.
Pen & paper &
computer & the delicious software it contains.
Perhaps, a startling image that doesn't derail.
Settles into the right weight.
Perhaps, a tad cozy & familiar.
Don't be derailed.  Don't be dismayed.
The vague is chock-a-block with detail.

1 comment:

  1. H/c

    She walked along the water
    kicking at the pigeons
    History swirled around the concrete posts
    water, birds, friends by light

    And pretending not to care
    hearts get blown up in the wind
    There is a beach smell, a melon ripening,
    a woman sleeping, her glass on the table