knows what she wants, says nothing.
how frightening to say, "I'm done."
burying herself inside, she marries him.
sirens moan outside, man closes window.
-susan
Monday, June 29, 2009
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Each poem in this blog is constructed of six words or six word lines, composed with either careful thought or total spontaneity. Many required deliberation and just as many required nothing but a random passing thought. Handwritten on scraps of paper, in private notebooks, or on bits of bar napkin, they appear on this blog exactly as they were originally written down.
I love the first one.
ReplyDeletethird one reminds me of "cath" (death cab). I love the idea of distilling a story down to its most minimum details. that song could be distilled to this six word poem!
I also like the idea of mixing the genres of poetry and fiction in these. like the sensory details of poetry combined with the narrative of fiction.
ok enough!