Friday, October 15, 2010

Is a poem the sum of calculated silence?

Thinking Cage. Feeling spontaneity and spaces between words, translating as “silence.”



Of food? Leftovers are calculated spontaneity. Spaces between celebrate the largess and flavor of small dishes. Over which, a fine conversation is largely memory; what the spoken pays homage to silence.

1 comment:

  1. ON A PLATE

    of watercress slides
    the incumbent
    breaded crumb
    and a small secret

    she thinks it might be
    an exotic
    tomato
    or
    a thistle
    of awareness

    three quarters
    of the
    time

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