Saturday, August 21, 2010

Why do some poems end before they do?

What is it about the tangible weight an ending gives the poem?

Is it foundation? Or a well-paned window?


When figs are fresh, they are the perfect end to a meal, pared with cheese. As well as a swell beginning to an evening.
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  1. SusanAugust 23, 2010 at 1:36 PM

    DID NOT


    when all tall is told
    so happens the
    good guys ride in & badges
    hell breaks
    with the tales
    loose

    then petticoats flutter
    aimless as bums

    throwback of whiskey
    and shooting
    too straight

    no wonder we

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