the flattened fifth.
October 4, 2008 at 7:02 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 7 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
assets unowned used to drift
for larger fishyfish with sails
unfurled and hemingways
straining,
no longer, now its all in cages and
various device unknown
there is no room to move without
bumping into contrary opinion about whose
right it is to whom
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Ooooh, chilly.
Beautiful sounds in this and the title is perfect.
Comment by Mary— October 4, 2008 #
i am feeling discombobulated…
Comment by aefiel— October 5, 2008 #
excellent motion journey to a center from a windy sailboat, calendar pages flying like confetti, clouds pass luminously, perturbing in a cool way, way superb
Comment by tipota— October 5, 2008 #
Hmmm…. Just..Hmmmm.
Comment by nectarfizz— October 5, 2008 #
A nice metaphor for ontological imprisonment.
Comment by randall— October 5, 2008 #
D..n! That’s what I was going to say!
Comment by Wayne— October 9, 2008 #
without bumping into the contrary, these are such honest words. i think i know of these tight spaces.
Comment by mrs. sarah ott— October 10, 2008 #