| 1/26/2005 11:14:00 PM |
[ busy, busy, busy ]
my favorite poets are the ones who skip words every once in a while,
who pause between verses or paragraphs or brushstrokes or dance-steps
to take a sip of something warm and sweet
they're the ones who must always grin and begin again
because the final draft is never as warm and sweet as what they're drinking
or as clear and colorful as their imagination
they're the ones who say,
"life is a cool brick patio where light and shadow are always changing places,
where the lemonade is always perfect and the neighbor's music is climbing over
the fence to ask for a cup of flour."
they're the ones who say,
"yesterday, when i was younger and the moon was my close personal friend
instead of a far-away rock, i put on my cape and my racoon hat, and i yelled
'abracadabra' at the top of my lungs."
they're the ones who say... nothing. when there's nothing to be said
or, at least, let their eyes do the talking for a while.
they're the ones who trail off into themselves--
the ones you have to chase after to hear the rest of what they say.
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| # posted by tmfrt :
2/24/2005 11:29 PM |
| That is beautiful, and so, perfect. |
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