i like this one of mine.
it is completely true:
poems read by dead poets. a christmas gift
something odd and awful, unexpected
on silvered discs.
the voices of dead poets
their words, as familiar as morning coffee and buttered toast
their voices unexpected, unpleasant as
the corpse of a fly hidden in the blackberry jam.
well,i think, i've gone back far enough for now.
onward!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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4 comments:
A most pleasant retrospective; thanks!
you are very welcome. : )
Nice...
thanks.
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