Monday, May 9, 2011

Dialect. Does a poem have its own dialect?

Of place, of mouth. Indeed, personal.



Why does one gravitate to mushrooms; while another scorns? In the roots, I guess.
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  1. SusanMay 16, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    four ways to talk about it
    and not another word to say
    she gives the nod to gyrating lads
    but they stop before the end
    one trip seeks another
    sure as metal on the mouth
    ground holds the flavor tight
    but spring opens it up again

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