I think the format is there as you want it. Sharon. The poem moves much
faster, better this way.
Doug
On 5-Jan-05, at 5:20 PM, Sharon Brogan wrote:
> [major revisions -- but I'm not sure the form will survive email --
> dropped lines]
>
> Four days without cigarettes
> and how can I whine
> when dry
> snow drifts in the cold and the sea
> takes one hundred and fifty
> thousand. I pull my
> quilts around me, this knitted
> scarf, this crocheted
> hat, these dogs
> to keep me warm with no need
> to think of eating them.
> The sea now peopled
> with inedible creatures, half-fish half-
> human. One does not
> fork the flesh
> of one's brother. The animals ran
> before them to high
> ground and hidden
> places, elephants clambering
> with their great sensitive feet
> away away
> from the trembling earth
> and the demoned sea. Juncos
> feed on the seed
> I've scattered on the snow.
> Siskins wait at the squirrel feeder.
> Will those who are left
> grow into disappointment
> that none are who
> they lost this day?
> Or will they find
> in each other
> some consoling love?
>
>
> On Wed, 5 Jan 2005 15:19:18 -0700, Sharon Brogan <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>> Four days without cigarettes
>> and how can I whine when dry
>
> --
> Sharon Brogan
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
>
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
We both know the reason why you called
So stop wastin’ time tryin’ to soften up my fall
I know you wanna sweeten up the taste
But if you don’t mind I’ll just take my sorrow straight
Iris DeMent
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