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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

November 29, 2006

Snapshot Poem 29 November 02006

The Muse
   4:00 a.m.

choose — green
lime or shamrock?

            paper money
            in a shoebox

yellow — quick!

            sunlight on
            polished oak

                  daffodils

trite trite trite

yellow —

            that dead fox stole
            on the woman’s shoulders
            in the Topper movie

            wait

            wasn’t that in black&white?

yellow —

            the fox stole the egg
            with its yellow yolk

the muse works in mysterious ways

brrrinnng brrrinng brrrinnng    click
SPEAK!       !beep!       _____________
_______________________.    click

red —

            the naked
            human heart

NaBloPoMo ’06, Snapshot Poems 2006

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. I believe writing is thinking, and I prefer to do my own. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

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 Poem 29 November 02006

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