I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

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29 April 2010

Nights of Meteor Showers

(Found poem, compiled from friends’ LiveJournal posts)

nights of meteor showers
I think I heard someone singing about it
they take sound away with them as they go

the crystallisation of water on leaves
an image of cherry blossoms fallen
the passing nature of the world

emblem of intersecting circles
in the center of the window,
the bright, round moon


NaPoWriMo Day 29

2 comments:

  1. netting from various sources gives an interesting shift. still you by selection eye but tilt to cadence.

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  2. Thank you!

    This lot, from several sources, I left in the order in which I spotted them — but yes, the selection process reflects the finder, and I would not be above rearranging if I liked the effect better.

    I like the way this one seems to make a sort of (illogical, mysterious) sense.

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