Poetry, to my ear, should be
less about rhyme,
and more about grace.
Less about time,
and more about space.
The art of words chosen well,
spoken with seeming effortlessness;
with intent, certainly,
but mostly without pretense.
I mention this, 'cause ...
when you read it all sing-song
you sound like a ding-dong.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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