Monday, December 5, 2011

Rattle. When does a poem rattle?

When it wants attention?
When it receives too much attention?
When no one is reading it?

Yes, & more.


More can be said of food which rattles. But first consider the kettle and its rattling of water for tea. The matriarch of sound.
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  1. sgang123December 6, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    Stirrup

    toward the deity (sane)
    or not
    pancakes on the griddle
    the eloquence of cookies
    butter, sprinkles, icing

    shadow of the toy
    in the little girl's bed

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