Tuesday, August 26, 2008

poem v. 2 (?)

Cast a line to destroy me, backlash bleeds
starts, false starts, paper over wire ties to keep the bread
keep the peace and quiet sleep, while birds of prey dissemble

I guess I need to start a freewrite page

I don't like this second line. First line was better. I felt that "moment", however briefly, of inspiration welling up within. Maybe not inspiration-passion. I suppose there is a difference.

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