dr_con Posted April 10, 2021 Share Posted April 10, 2021 I don’t like this titleCon/Jur/d, 4/10/2021 When I started this poem, my brain was teeming, hungry ghosts and language parasites, although I wrote, “How shocking the daffodil’s yellow,” I didn’t mean it. Nor did I mean, “The boundaries of of the vast, Unknown Country.” The place those surfaces come from too shallow. If I was to dip, the toe of my shoe in the pond where we retain those images, just like, the woman who walked by my window, fixing her hair walks_________out of frame, shimmers, ripples and is gone better to pull from here, with You. See? What would you name it? That’s better. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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