Thursday, December 06, 2007


nothing new.
cold, cold, cold.

no words, no poems, not even a teeny idea for one.

7 comments:

Jim Murdoch said...

Something my wife introduced me to was "firsties" - someone provides you with an opening line or two and you finish it off. I can't say the few I wrote rank among my best work but it gets you moving and that's all you really need.

Here's one I was given only I cheated and made it the poem's second line:

the astronomy of footprints

Have a go.

Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks! : )

i'm thinking...

Sherry Pasquarello said...

untitled



the astronomy of footprints
leaves black holes

the thin tissue rips
from the tread of gods

almost forgotten in the new fabric of civilization.


stars wished upon fall thru
before anyone listens.

Jim Murdoch said...

Works every time.

Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks again. : )

FriĆ°vin said...

I can't believe it's almost Friday and I need to put together another cat post. Boy, those Fridays roll around in a hurry. (You don't hear anyone saying that very often!)

Sherry Pasquarello said...

no, not often. i'll be looking for the cats! : )