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Tag Archives: PoMoSco
. When night holds syllables in a poem night hums: oh, this is poem …….syllables; When night holds syllables in the river night hums: oh, this is syllables of the river; When night holds ocean ………….syllables, night hums: This is … Continue reading
. Following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 28. Source text: Thunder Hill, by Elizabeth Nicolds (1953). Page 43.
.. Having the slightest notion of what they knew, know they did it. There, today the beach is still. Similar shells, all are occupied by the sea. Eaten: birds, crabs, other marine creatures die of old; die as ancestors died, … Continue reading
… So don’t talk of thou -sand of hungry, Don’t harvest never -the less of learning. Only wor(l)dly phrasing is a crowd. Do you know things? ……….Keep them ……………….telling. . following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 26. A column-inch poem … Continue reading
With Margo at PoMoSco, day 24. Process: I removed adjectives, and prepositions.
(overheard at the eye doc) . I left a message yesterday. (What’s the number? Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hum.) Can you spell it? I’m just gonna touch right behind your ears. Halo effect. Blood. Pressure. Nasty little creeps. Chin up. He … Continue reading
(a found poem blown from Theodore Roethke’s ‘Words for the Wind’) . Bees and lilies there were; thought does not crush to stone. I hate my epidermal dress. …………..Kiss me, ashes, I’m falling through a dark swirl. (Slow swings the … Continue reading