A new love falls before my eyes,
It speaks in voices infinite –
I loved someone at home, I thought,
But opportunities appear and go,
They careen and grow and breath unnaturally
A voice for someone lost at sea,
A voice given to those long dead,
A voice of academia,
A whisper through the corridors,
A shout of all injustices,
A voice that could resonate through and with one’s own.
Take some time, I hear the voices plead,
Please take the dust, the knowledges,
All remembrances.
Please take the good, the bad, and what remains,
Some libraries can never be replaced,
But others are not limited in scope
Or possibilities of growth.
Topic: New Love
Date: August 31
Friday, August 31, 2012
Caught In The Web Again
As
our
worlds grow
our friends shrink
hands don’t reach as far
we lose the ones we love for what?
And
I
feel that
it can begin
again each time we give
our lives not to each other yet nowhere.
Don’t
lose
yourself again.
Topic: The Internet
Date: August 30
our
worlds grow
our friends shrink
hands don’t reach as far
we lose the ones we love for what?
And
I
feel that
it can begin
again each time we give
our lives not to each other yet nowhere.
Don’t
lose
yourself again.
Topic: The Internet
Date: August 30
The Fifties
Some sixty years have passed since I was born,
If I was born when both my parents were:
One week after the trumpet of the horn
A fellow celebration could be heard
As, prefigured in shape and form, I grew.
Some sixty years have passed since I appeared,
As I acknowledge both my parents too
Were children as their own parents premiered.
Topic: The Fifties
Date: August 29
If I was born when both my parents were:
One week after the trumpet of the horn
A fellow celebration could be heard
As, prefigured in shape and form, I grew.
Some sixty years have passed since I appeared,
As I acknowledge both my parents too
Were children as their own parents premiered.
Topic: The Fifties
Date: August 29
She, Before My Eyes
A strange sun rose above the land
A strange old sunrose
A flower blossomed as it grew
A tower fell while mountains chose
To stretch beyond their boundaries.
Topic: A Flower Blossoming
Date: August 28
A strange old sunrose
A flower blossomed as it grew
A tower fell while mountains chose
To stretch beyond their boundaries.
Topic: A Flower Blossoming
Date: August 28
Thursday, August 30, 2012
In Good Health
How lightly must a scalpel dance
Over the tightrope of a heart
Swinging a life beneath the chance
A breath could leave a fatal mark
Hiding the calm within his eye
On gliding hands his gloves quiver
Sliding their patience underside
A life to save, life to deliver.
Topic: HOSA
Date: August 27
Over the tightrope of a heart
Swinging a life beneath the chance
A breath could leave a fatal mark
Hiding the calm within his eye
On gliding hands his gloves quiver
Sliding their patience underside
A life to save, life to deliver.
Topic: HOSA
Date: August 27
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Dirty Bathroom
No dirty bathroom could convey
The sadness of a filthy heart,
The lack of will to cleanse and start
An unclean, bleak and lonely day.
Topic: A Dirty Bathroom
Date: August 26
The sadness of a filthy heart,
The lack of will to cleanse and start
An unclean, bleak and lonely day.
Topic: A Dirty Bathroom
Date: August 26
The Ink That Bled
The ink that bled that day was thrice inflamed,
Once, when it left the cradle of its pen
And ran to form the letters now unclaimed,
Twice, as a heart grew close to bursting when
The thirst for contact scarcely could control
A potent perspiration that arose
In gasps as each drop dribbles in its role
To run and ruin feelings felt by those
Who never would reach to reciprocate --
And Thrice, as Fate spun slowly on her wheel
With nothing left to say she made them wait
'Til someone taught the both the ways to feel.
She held an emptiness, an empty stare:
A letter never written, never there.
Topic: Trying To Talk To a New Person
Date: August 25
Once, when it left the cradle of its pen
And ran to form the letters now unclaimed,
Twice, as a heart grew close to bursting when
The thirst for contact scarcely could control
A potent perspiration that arose
In gasps as each drop dribbles in its role
To run and ruin feelings felt by those
Who never would reach to reciprocate --
And Thrice, as Fate spun slowly on her wheel
With nothing left to say she made them wait
'Til someone taught the both the ways to feel.
She held an emptiness, an empty stare:
A letter never written, never there.
Topic: Trying To Talk To a New Person
Date: August 25
Harmonize
I wish to harmonize with you.
I was surprised to hear your voice,
But not at what was beautiful:
It was, perhaps, that what I heard
Evolved before my eyes
Like planets revolving into
Their beauties and my heart again.
August 20
I was surprised to hear your voice,
But not at what was beautiful:
It was, perhaps, that what I heard
Evolved before my eyes
Like planets revolving into
Their beauties and my heart again.
August 20
Being Sweaty
With humid heat
in lurid sheets
--Pure terror
From human error.
Topic: Being Sweaty
Date: August 24
in lurid sheets
--Pure terror
From human error.
Topic: Being Sweaty
Date: August 24
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Waiting For Some Phantasmal Accident
Atop a tower on a heathen hill
A maudlin mistress from her windowsill
Was watering a garden's hungry maw,
And spying me, did not try to withdraw
Instead she read my withering facade
And called me hither from the sward of sod
I stood upon. My burnished cross held close,
I shuffled near to hear what she proposed
Beneath her lip out of the drizzling bleak,
Willing myself a taste of how she'd speak:
Yet as she threw that speech towards the ground
Some breach between our worlds obscured the sound,
I found myself counting the days I'd spent
Waiting for some phantasmal accident
And turning from my dreams with a disgust
I left her there alone to share her dust
With other souls who miss more than they must.
Topic: Yelling Obscured Things Out A Window
Date: August 23
A maudlin mistress from her windowsill
Was watering a garden's hungry maw,
And spying me, did not try to withdraw
Instead she read my withering facade
And called me hither from the sward of sod
I stood upon. My burnished cross held close,
I shuffled near to hear what she proposed
Beneath her lip out of the drizzling bleak,
Willing myself a taste of how she'd speak:
Yet as she threw that speech towards the ground
Some breach between our worlds obscured the sound,
I found myself counting the days I'd spent
Waiting for some phantasmal accident
And turning from my dreams with a disgust
I left her there alone to share her dust
With other souls who miss more than they must.
Topic: Yelling Obscured Things Out A Window
Date: August 23
Monday, August 27, 2012
Experiment
Tasteread
Still quite conventional
an unfamiliar breed unbroken still
Tasteread my words, and,
Consuming my contentions
Think
Topic: Experimenting
Date: August 21
Still quite conventional
an unfamiliar breed unbroken still
Tasteread my words, and,
Consuming my contentions
Think
Topic: Experimenting
Date: August 21
These Glowing Words
These glowing words
The yawning snowbird shakes upon
The waking tree and then is drawn
Not down or up but all around
And whispering to ecstasy,
She disappears within the spectacle.
Topic: Being Hypnotized
Date: August 22
The yawning snowbird shakes upon
The waking tree and then is drawn
Not down or up but all around
And whispering to ecstasy,
She disappears within the spectacle.
Topic: Being Hypnotized
Date: August 22
Sunday, August 26, 2012
My Best Companions
The orbits of my best companions bend
With touches of their ladies' gravity,
Whether fair weather or obscurity,
I'll not be guaranteed to see a friend
And won't suppose those throes would slow, suspend,
Or otherwise distend to visit me,
And traveling my own trajectory,
There's nothing curious about these trends.
Of course, there must exist a nucleus,
Or, caught in some incontinental drift,
Still swelling, an intolerable rift
Would soon extend into a loneliness.
This anchor pulls upon me less and less:
My circle has experienced a shift.
Topic: Circle of Friends
Date: August 20
With touches of their ladies' gravity,
Whether fair weather or obscurity,
I'll not be guaranteed to see a friend
And won't suppose those throes would slow, suspend,
Or otherwise distend to visit me,
And traveling my own trajectory,
There's nothing curious about these trends.
Of course, there must exist a nucleus,
Or, caught in some incontinental drift,
Still swelling, an intolerable rift
Would soon extend into a loneliness.
This anchor pulls upon me less and less:
My circle has experienced a shift.
Topic: Circle of Friends
Date: August 20
True Love Had Flickered
True love had flickered in some abstract shape
Across the Southwest sands, and predator
Or prey within the nighttime's shades escaped
To fight a worthier competitor.
Upon the back seat of a rented car,
An illness struck my mind and soon assured
My immaturity of sight was marred
Still further by the punishment endured.
No cure! My ailment, though somehow subdued,
For now remains dormant inside my veins,
Fermenting with the pain it has accrued.
Were I once more to find that night and strain
My eyes to see a goddess in my gaze
I doubt my heart would fail to set ablaze.
Topic: True Love
Date: August 19
Across the Southwest sands, and predator
Or prey within the nighttime's shades escaped
To fight a worthier competitor.
Upon the back seat of a rented car,
An illness struck my mind and soon assured
My immaturity of sight was marred
Still further by the punishment endured.
No cure! My ailment, though somehow subdued,
For now remains dormant inside my veins,
Fermenting with the pain it has accrued.
Were I once more to find that night and strain
My eyes to see a goddess in my gaze
I doubt my heart would fail to set ablaze.
Topic: True Love
Date: August 19
The Collar
The collar of my self vocation wraps
Around my neck, both crisp and snug,
But I would fain retain the pull and tug
And risk the starch and staunch hint of a trap
If superior rewards are in my sight;
Were I to wear my clothing loose and thieved
By dwarfish hands and not achieved
With selfempowered means I'd not delight
So much in what I surely grow to be
As I stretch towards my self made destiny.
August 26
Around my neck, both crisp and snug,
But I would fain retain the pull and tug
And risk the starch and staunch hint of a trap
If superior rewards are in my sight;
Were I to wear my clothing loose and thieved
By dwarfish hands and not achieved
With selfempowered means I'd not delight
So much in what I surely grow to be
As I stretch towards my self made destiny.
August 26
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Collage
The frame of my uncovered bed
Put scrapes upon my knees;
The falling of my basement walls
Injured above my eyes.
Although I didn't need or read it,
I stole a book from you,
When nothing was but memories
That book alone carried your hue.
The ache of something summer took
As August dried the grass
Would soon remind me of the ways
I'd let a lifetime pass.
The way some mornings made me feel
As light was true and pure;
The depths of some diurnal night,
Eternally disturbed.
I hang a collage upon my room
To listen to what's sung
Before and let the patterns show
Me what's to come.
Topic: College
Date: August 18
Put scrapes upon my knees;
The falling of my basement walls
Injured above my eyes.
Although I didn't need or read it,
I stole a book from you,
When nothing was but memories
That book alone carried your hue.
The ache of something summer took
As August dried the grass
Would soon remind me of the ways
I'd let a lifetime pass.
The way some mornings made me feel
As light was true and pure;
The depths of some diurnal night,
Eternally disturbed.
I hang a collage upon my room
To listen to what's sung
Before and let the patterns show
Me what's to come.
Topic: College
Date: August 18
Traveling
The movement of your feet
Could change the rhythm of
My heart from anywhere.
Topic: Traveling
Date: August 17
Could change the rhythm of
My heart from anywhere.
Topic: Traveling
Date: August 17
As One
The vigorous vitality of hearts
Pumping for some ultimate cause:
Without an opportunity to think or pause
With every body as one part
Of some exalted, sweet success
That's vaulted for the laurels we possess.
Topic: Sports
Date: August 16
Pumping for some ultimate cause:
Without an opportunity to think or pause
With every body as one part
Of some exalted, sweet success
That's vaulted for the laurels we possess.
Topic: Sports
Date: August 16
Friday, August 24, 2012
Family
We view our family as distinct
Yet still the universal analogues remain:
Observe the fertile ferns of any grove
Or sea foam rising in some fecund form
As in the desert sands or mountain peaks
A mother and a father raise
Their sunburnt cheeks and kiss
The child that we all become
Topic: Family
Date: August 15
Yet still the universal analogues remain:
Observe the fertile ferns of any grove
Or sea foam rising in some fecund form
As in the desert sands or mountain peaks
A mother and a father raise
Their sunburnt cheeks and kiss
The child that we all become
Topic: Family
Date: August 15
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Real Estate
I wish I could invest in real estate:
With you, alone, collecting interest
And waiting 'til the bubble had all burst
To savor our selections and to view
The tracts of land we bought to really live,
If living is what we do every day.
Topic: Real Estate
Date: August 14
With you, alone, collecting interest
And waiting 'til the bubble had all burst
To savor our selections and to view
The tracts of land we bought to really live,
If living is what we do every day.
Topic: Real Estate
Date: August 14
The Backbone
When placing this much trust in currency
It seems responsible to weave our worth
Into the fabric which our country was
Constructed with, and fed and bled upon
From nation's birth until our current day.
Topic: Money
Date: August 13
It seems responsible to weave our worth
Into the fabric which our country was
Constructed with, and fed and bled upon
From nation's birth until our current day.
Topic: Money
Date: August 13
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Worse Than Dogs
The big and dumb,
The loyal and industrious,
The crafty and the insincere,
The unforgiving mindlessness,
Our lives are worse than dogs.
Topic: Dogs
Date: August 12
The loyal and industrious,
The crafty and the insincere,
The unforgiving mindlessness,
Our lives are worse than dogs.
Topic: Dogs
Date: August 12
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Boats
And ev’ry morn a city leaves the harbor ports
And wives and husbands left behind
And storms and tides and currents still
Keep families away and out at sea
Until, remembering their pasts,
They flounder back within the night.
Topic: Boats
Date: August 11
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Fair Maiden
Fair maiden, did I startle you?
Enshrouded in your gossamer,
Your hidden jewelry draped
In husky opulence throughout
The clasp of stellar diadems
You hold, unveiling only in
The amethyst and night.
I watched you pluck those fruits
From your immortal trees and saw,
As if beneath a dusky dream,
Your pale and splendid body climb
The ladders to the firmament
And soon adorn with lustrous pearls
The mood of your domain.
Fair maiden, may I stay a while?
I could remain as naked as you are,
And harmonize my sighing with the hills.
You have dominion over me;
Your sight surmounts all mortal kind
And in your presence I can not
See that which lies nearby.
Despite this, I still view your peak
Above the sacred woods,
And trembling in the unclad air,
Lie prostrate and profess
Your effulgence an argent pagentry
Worthy of any stage.
Fair maiden, may our gazes meet?
It would be naught but death for I,
But I am worthy of this noble end.
Your taste, nocturnal smell, and whisperings
Entrance me as they always have.
I laid bewitched and curious
When just a child, frightened of
The night and its suggestions.
I understand futility,
And your impassive ways and grace,
But do not let the punishments
Of star-crossed ancestors prevent
My metamorphosis
Among the stars of my selection,
Hanging from the cross that I have built.
Embrace me in your radiance,
My Maiden never to be lost,
And kiss me ere I fade back to the day.
Fair Maiden, follow me where I may go,
Or if you wander, set me sleep,
In some descending valley side,
Dreaming for your return.
Your hidden jewelry draped
In husky opulence throughout
The clasp of stellar diadems
You hold, unveiling only in
The amethyst and night.
I watched you pluck those fruits
From your immortal trees and saw,
As if beneath a dusky dream,
Your pale and splendid body climb
The ladders to the firmament
And soon adorn with lustrous pearls
The mood of your domain.
Fair maiden, may I stay a while?
I could remain as naked as you are,
And harmonize my sighing with the hills.
You have dominion over me;
Your sight surmounts all mortal kind
And in your presence I can not
See that which lies nearby.
Despite this, I still view your peak
Above the sacred woods,
And trembling in the unclad air,
Lie prostrate and profess
Your effulgence an argent pagentry
Worthy of any stage.
Fair maiden, may our gazes meet?
It would be naught but death for I,
But I am worthy of this noble end.
Your taste, nocturnal smell, and whisperings
Entrance me as they always have.
I laid bewitched and curious
When just a child, frightened of
The night and its suggestions.
I understand futility,
And your impassive ways and grace,
But do not let the punishments
Of star-crossed ancestors prevent
My metamorphosis
Among the stars of my selection,
Hanging from the cross that I have built.
Embrace me in your radiance,
My Maiden never to be lost,
And kiss me ere I fade back to the day.
Fair Maiden, follow me where I may go,
Or if you wander, set me sleep,
In some descending valley side,
Dreaming for your return.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Rain Glance
The ground was heavy handed and
Pulled down upon my harrowed head
Until the rain came glancing off
My roof and glowed a graceful warmth
August 17
Pulled down upon my harrowed head
Until the rain came glancing off
My roof and glowed a graceful warmth
August 17
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Awaking From a Morning Dream
I felt the air evaporate into a nothingness.
It seemed as if my skin was someplace else.
My every hair withdrew and wrapped themselves, almost relieved, within their neighbors' arms and prayed for their escape.
Despite how it had seemed I knew my own unfaithful skin, my own spasmodic spine were omens of misfortune.
And, agape I stood, but not surprised, when what had grown out of my fear was of my own design.
August 15
It seemed as if my skin was someplace else.
My every hair withdrew and wrapped themselves, almost relieved, within their neighbors' arms and prayed for their escape.
Despite how it had seemed I knew my own unfaithful skin, my own spasmodic spine were omens of misfortune.
And, agape I stood, but not surprised, when what had grown out of my fear was of my own design.
August 15
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Thoughts on the Future
Rather than lamenting the inability to live in a bygone past, we should be looking forward to a better future. I realized tonight that my point of view towards life, that the future can always be better than the past, has not come through in my work up to this point. No matter what has happened, there are always possibilities for what may happen. A present and future world can still be viewed through a lens that appears to echo the past.
This most certainly does not mean that the past is made superior than the future. To the contrary, the best of the past may be taken to the future while that which was not successful or healthy can be left behind. Therefore, there can always be improvement.
This most certainly does not mean that the past is made superior than the future. To the contrary, the best of the past may be taken to the future while that which was not successful or healthy can be left behind. Therefore, there can always be improvement.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Sculptor
Where have you gone, my latent muse?
Were I some sculptor, dreaming how to use
A gleaming block of marblestone
I’d certainly have long abused
My brain and moaned and groaned
To paw my raw material
Into some shapeless mass of clay.
Were I some painter, with a poor display
Of paints stuck in a serial
Repeating of some sad success
Distraught to find the lines so blurred
And nothing but dour distress:
As I am not these things, it still occurs
To me the blank pages lying in sight
Will stay unwritten all the night.
August 11
Friday, August 10, 2012
For Now
Was it just in a dream?
A nightmare, perhaps,
A narrow alleyway, a buildingtop abridge
Remember everything
For now
Topic: --
Date: August 10
A nightmare, perhaps,
A narrow alleyway, a buildingtop abridge
Remember everything
For now
Topic: --
Date: August 10
Some Choice Advice
A coronet, a crown bouquet,
The lifting of a heavy weight,
A pair of friendly, flashy shades
To win a woman’s heart.
Topic: How to Impress a Girl
Date: August 9
Rhode Island
My skipping car pulled off the turnpike’s veins
And dripped into a rural residence
The downtown felt my trespassing presence
But didn’t bustle snub me or complain
I met my cousin by her neighbor’s drains
Our quick embrace confirmed her poor patience.
“And isn’t this as close to Providence
As I will ever be?” was her refrain.
I still don’t feel like a colossus much
Even this day, but when I think of all
The people I will save from Death’s cold clutch
And see her smile’s shadow slowly crawl
Across her face as she revealed the touch
She shares with death, I don’t feel small.
Topic:"My Trip to Rhode Island"
Date: August 8
Gas Prices
The rising and the falling, such a rocking motion might be,
When given to any other abstraction,
Almost relaxing in its inconsistent reliability.
But not when such commodity is priced
So precariously and confusingly.
Topic: Gas Prices
Date: August 7
Monday, August 6, 2012
Ambitions
I gently squeeze a firefly between my thumb and forefinger
It squirms for liberation
Others have named them “lightning bugs”
And see the segmented body of this tiny Prometheus
I imagine my self as Zeus,
I gently squeeze a firefly
It squirms for liberation,
But not for its own self but for those that he loves
Why else has such a creature taken on the light?
His friends and families, captive and bottled dry
And suffocating from injustices
But my heart hardens beyond my will,
And though I let him go I will pursue the bug again
Or know that some clever bird shall
Tear him apart.
Topic: Firefly
Date: August 6
The Lifting of the Shroud
I clutched the crumbling night shade’s swinging string
And clawed another veil precluding sight
I’d underestimated everything
The dismal lamppost gave off feeble light
The early morning breath and hanging clouds
Meant ignorance, and nothing changed for worse
Despite efforts, the lifting of the shroud
Shall not occur, no worth left to coerce.
It is December when my father’s axe
Completes its work and falls to restless sleep
It itches for its final animation
I, one of many children, felt the cracks
Upon the windowpane to see how deep
I fit her into my first real equation
August 6
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Not With the Scales
The day after tomorrow shall be weighed
Not with the scales of what’s to come
But what inevitably has passed.
Justice cannot blame someone
For the things they have not done
Topic: The Day After Tomorrow
Date: August 5
Learning
Just yesterday I relearned things about myself
That just the day before I thought I knew -
Yes, things I should have remembered,
And things that define who I am;
Things that I read in books about myself,
And things that I've shared with no one in particular.
But I must share these things with me before the times have passed.
Topic: Yesterday
Date: August 4
That just the day before I thought I knew -
Yes, things I should have remembered,
And things that define who I am;
Things that I read in books about myself,
And things that I've shared with no one in particular.
But I must share these things with me before the times have passed.
Topic: Yesterday
Date: August 4
Friday, August 3, 2012
Complements
Within our world there is no good, no evil,
The world cannot be so simple as that.
Rather, all things must complement one and the other:
The feminine and thus masculine,
The blazing chill and succor of the flame,
And all things beautiful but worthless to praise.
So, let me compliment you -
Be to me one and same everything at once
Topic: Yin and Yang
Date: August 3
The world cannot be so simple as that.
Rather, all things must complement one and the other:
The feminine and thus masculine,
The blazing chill and succor of the flame,
And all things beautiful but worthless to praise.
So, let me compliment you -
Be to me one and same everything at once
Topic: Yin and Yang
Date: August 3
PowerBawl
Please put all your fortune to trial,
But I'll waste my cash how I please.
You gamble and cringe all the while
As I buy my own brand of sleaze.
Topic: PowerBall
Date: August 2
But I'll waste my cash how I please.
You gamble and cringe all the while
As I buy my own brand of sleaze.
Topic: PowerBall
Date: August 2
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Essence
Put ev'ry syllable where it should go
Yet let all pure thoughts coalesce and glow.
Topic: Poetry
Date: August 1
Yet let all pure thoughts coalesce and glow.
Topic: Poetry
Date: August 1
Piano
I frown at how depressing the piano keys
Is such a positive experience
For just the player and his audience
Can't the piano have a circumstance
Where tension lifts, he's recompensed and pleased?
August 2
Is such a positive experience
For just the player and his audience
Can't the piano have a circumstance
Where tension lifts, he's recompensed and pleased?
August 2
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
August Thoughts
It's been quite a while since I had a true thoughts post. I've decided I may use this as more of an actual blog, not necessarily cataloging my daily occurrences but my "deep thoughts."
This was in a recent National Geographic:
On the other hand, this would not produce results and would more often than not end in many unfinished poems that could probably pass as acceptable. On this subject of poems languishing until a final form can be finished: My latest poem, Ballad, is a poem with a composition date stretching back to the first day of the month. Entirely unintentionally, I completed the poem on the last day of the month. The poem could certainly be taken as being superficially and figuratively symbolic of my July poems: Anxiety about originality, increasing wordplay and experimentation, but eventually returning to the same formulas that kept me going in the past.
This was in a recent National Geographic:
"Do you know what saved me from becoming a cold-blooded murderer? My language saved me. There is no way for me to be hateful in my language. It's such a beautiful, gentle language. It's so peaceful." Then White Plume started to speak in Lakota, and there was no denying the words came softly."The power of words: Their importance cannot be stressed enough. A whole language can change someone's outlook on life. My biggest regret in writing poems so quickly and publishing them with little time to think them over seriously or fine tune the word choice is that the diction is frequently "off" or slightly skewed. Selecting the right word is imperative to the success of a poem. If I could, I would look up the meaning of each and every word I use and ensure that the connotations and denotations are in line with exactly what I wish to convey.
On the other hand, this would not produce results and would more often than not end in many unfinished poems that could probably pass as acceptable. On this subject of poems languishing until a final form can be finished: My latest poem, Ballad, is a poem with a composition date stretching back to the first day of the month. Entirely unintentionally, I completed the poem on the last day of the month. The poem could certainly be taken as being superficially and figuratively symbolic of my July poems: Anxiety about originality, increasing wordplay and experimentation, but eventually returning to the same formulas that kept me going in the past.
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