09 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems
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catch a fallen metaphor and
put it in a stanza
let the droplets find their way
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & openness wormhole: dedication
rain wormhole: Black Rook / in Rainy Weather
windows wormhole: 1971
words & writing wormhole: travelling
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Perry would approve I’m sure 🙂
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Let the stardust find its way inside a poem. Then one rainy day you shake out that poem, those stanzas. See what falls out. Put on another poem and fill its stanzas up with those fallen metaphors. It’s one big recycling project after another.
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… like the constantly lasting middle UUUUU of the sounds of OM (A-U-M) which only lasts because it started and ends, but which never starts or ends (or rather, starts when it ends and ends when it starts) … throughout the uni verse (HA!)
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