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Dan Arbor - 2005-02-17 11:49:39 There sure is. It has a funny effect, also, of making one suddenly feel connected to the whole universe because it fills the invisible air, and the steadily smaller-looking flakes farther and farther off all around you draw your eye off into infinity. * * * * * * * * * * * * YD - 2005-02-17 13:44:03 There may be poetry in falling snow, but if you have to shovel it for eight hours there is pain as well.* * * * * * * * * * * * Laura - 2005-02-17 13:47:51 Indeed. But for eight hours--phew. I had 40 minutes of driveway shoveling during that last big snow & that was pretty tiring. It's hard work. * * * * * * * * * * * * Dan Arbor - 2005-02-17 14:16:42 gentle flakes of verse transform in flight to become dense as heavy tomes * * * * * * * * * * * * Laura - 2005-02-17 14:28:35 infatuation falls slowly from a great height to end as wet weight* * * * * * * * * * * * yd - 2005-02-17 15:30:47 The feathery flakes gather like a great army, till I must dipose of the masses. And my groin hurts for days.* * * * * * * * * * * * LF - 2005-02-17 17:37:33 crystalline vapors their beauty ephemeral herniated disk * * * * * * * * * * * * LF - 2005-02-17 17:41:52 crystalline vapors their beauty ephemeral herniated disk * * * * * * * * * * * * Laura - 2005-02-17 18:43:37 Cobwebbed in crawl space she tickles sleeping dragon white drifts slowly rise * * * * * * * * * * * * yd - 2005-02-18 11:32:39 I am a spider In the crawlspace of life Sucking fly brains for sustenance. Sticky strands of web Ooze from my being. And capture the dust In the windmills of my mind* * * * * * * * * * * * Laura - 2005-02-18 13:02:02 furnace repairer looks down to see tiny rug flat, grey, stringy tail* * * * * * * * * * * * Laura - 2005-02-18 13:06:01 It's a new poetry genre. The Crawl Space Movement. Of course, there's not much movement to be had in a crawl space. So I guess it's a fairly minor movement. At any rate. * * * * * * * * * * * * add your comment: |