Monday, March 19, 2012

Homophonic rhyme. Is the eye of the poem I?

Indeed, the eye knows itself as the first personal singular in each poem it crafts. And that is precisely why every poet sees the sea differently.


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  1. SusanMarch 19, 2012 at 12:44 PM

    their gaze, away from me
    onto the clock, out the window
    anywhere but inside an idea
    please...perhaps they do not know

    I am seeing any other thing too,
    and wish fervently to be both doing
    and not/doing my assigned seat

    so perhaps in seeing we see away
    and in looking we do not, exactly,
    apprehend the other

    I think it's just as well
    as a wave onto an old sea wall
    hitting and vanishing without
    regret

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