tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post1658482744423969479..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: If a poem isn't articulated is it a poem?Kit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-60990119269880107402010-07-08T10:18:07.727-07:002010-07-08T10:18:07.727-07:00unjust that
sly look in the corner
a blaze of whit...unjust that<br />sly look in the corner<br />a blaze of white<br />where it never was<br />before<br />such outbursts<br />on the sunporch<br />waving her cane<br />the bugs drove us back<br />inside<br />and we sat in the parlour<br />with the old piano<br />she pumped the brass<br />and dust flew<br />off her old sheets<br />July had its moments<br />up in the hills<br />silly that we said<br />goodbye<br />so often <br />out of tuneSusanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687655150118854939noreply@blogger.com