Exactly when
does it cease
to be night
and qualify
as dawn?
What percentage
of light?
There are very
few real endings
and even those
we only recognize
well well after
the fact, hidden
as they are
in obscure actions,
the turn onto
a road, or
emptying a glass.
Did you shave four lines off the top of this? The version in my WordPress reader window looks different. …hmmm. I almost like this as a new potential form…right? You do one version and then a few minutes later edit it so your readers get two poems, and have to kind of then determine why the poems are different, a-and…happy new year’s eve, at any rate.
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There are erasure poems, now, self-erasing poems? I wonder why it is that only after clicking publish is it obvious what needs to change? Happy new years!
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measured as a maybe…why not?
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Thanks, Doug. Why not, indeed?
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Ah, beginnings and endings. Endings and beginnings…
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it goes on, and on, and on, and on… (aaaand now Journey is stuck in my head)
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Nice! So simple yet it evokes an endless sense of almost getting there…it made me happy.
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Thanks, glad you liked it!
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