Thursday, October 11, 2007

On the Composition of Writers.... (or me, anyway)

Take seven parts absent minded poet, mix in three days of overloaded schedule, smother with High School Drama, allow to bubble for a week, and what do you get? Someone who doesn't update their blog on time... Heh. Sorry!
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falling leaves
play little games
in the autumn winds
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two sets of clothes.
one of them's
for Gym
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strange geometry:
pages
on the bulletin board
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the pizza man
interrupts
the meaning of life
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leaving the funeral...
church bells
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ink bleeds slowly
onto my skin
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new light,
the face of my watch
a new color
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chairs on desks.
dust motes learn
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old bag...
equal rights sticker
peels
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fallen leaf
covers
the mole's burrow
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lichen
slowly covers
the bench
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door propped open.
passers-by
watch
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two years later,
a choir song
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poets' meeting.
we all share
the silence
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morning, cold and wet.
falling leaves
stick
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