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October 26, 2005

Snapshot 26 October 02005

It is a day of grey skies
and orange trees, strange
birds passing through.
Is this my life?

Ten years of mountain
weather and the leather
cord broke and the bell
fell from the gate,

copper bell and blue glass
beads scattered on stone.
This pain, what is pain?
It is just this

October moment, this
warbler with its tail up
in the air, looking for seeds
in the fenced garden.

Snapshot Poems 2005

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barbara

October 26, 2005 at 10:38 pm

and so it is – i like this poem

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I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

Snapshot 26 October 02005

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