Monday, April 19, 2010

Minute Poem Experiment

1.
eyes on
my breath
hard up
in the chest
taper gone
use finger fly
the insect of dreams
passing through

2. A minute elapsed while a well-meaning person looked over my shoulder.

3. There is so much love in the world that it can't exist on it's own. It works its way into the air and works its way down throats. There are no cliches within the body. Just work.

4. 'Eyes look your last.' Is there more to say?

1 comment:

  1. Yes, I like these. And the color scheme is nice, but perhaps the text should be larger?

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