Monday, January 16, 2012

Hum. Do most poems hum?

On their own volition? Hum being a category of sound color. Partial to n, m, ng. And where is the hum in a fully realized echo?


Meals, of course, are bastions of humming. A gentle boil is a circular hum, don't you agree? And why are you whistling?

1 comment:

  1. last icicle on the tundra folds
    and we have time again
    humdinger of a social when
    the crinoline falls apart
    dandelion soup served
    on the porch, patches of
    regret around the picnic
    when she doesn't bring
    her usual--just a pooch
    she admits, held me down

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