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Iambic Churning Machine

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
Iambic Churning Machine

I'm not as good as Nancy was at this:
it doesn't come as easy nor so clear.
For every sound I dream there's one I miss,
for every word I miss there's one I hear.

For Nancy it was something that she was
instead of being something else she did.
(Or does not one become the thing one does?)
Should I forget her voices? God forbid!

Besides, this comes like walking down the street,
four blocks here then four blocks there then six,
the pavement cold and hard beneath my feet.

The real fun's in the wind blown through my head
in wild undisciplined distorted tricks
for which these lines are only what gets said.

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  1. cherokeebydesign said, on 2009/06/26 at 03:28

    great write.

    Raven


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