Dear Barbara,
I'm not quite sure about some of the line-breaks.As you've specifically
asked abot them, here's a slight re-jig:
I don't know how to write poetry
from this tightly held place where I (now) live now.
I can't capture the tinkling sounds
of the morning in these white halls,
or the scent of fall's damp fog through the window
from this corner of the room.
I can only sit and wait, watch the moisture
gather on panes, cry its way down the glass
and wonder at what used to move me to tears.
Words have become strangers
with no heart at all.
The paradox of writing a poem about being unable to write poetry isn't a new
one, but I think it works very well here.
KInd regards,
grasshopper
from Barbara Ostrander
Sent: Tuesday, November 19, 2002 5:00 PM
Subject: new sub: Dry
All c&c welcome, particularly with line breaks.
Thanks,
Dry
I don't know how to write poetry from this
tightly held place where I now live.
I can't capture the tinkling sounds
of the morning in these white halls,
or the scent of fall's damp fog through the window
from this corner of the room.
I can only sit and wait,
watch the moisture gather on panes,
cry its way down the glass
and wonder at what used to move me to tears.
Words have become strangers
with no heart at all.
BBO
©11/17/02
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