The words
are
scattered across
the page
Splashed
droplets
in a mud
puddle
The
meandering
thoughts
make
no
sense
to
the
modern
eye
when
a life
can be contained
in less
than one hundred
forty
characters.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A Poem
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2 comments:
Formatting a freeverse poem is next to impossible on a blog like this. Still, I hope you can get the idea I was reaching for.
nice... something ee cummings about it
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