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April 25, 2008

colors [an old poem]

driving into a purple sky
a red house
a yellow house

could i paint this?
children running
on a green field

then, the town square
a domed building
a military statue

who made these rules?

flags and banners
boulevard trees
bend in the wind

the aspen, singing
could i paint this?
all the blue light

NaPoWriMo

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paisley

April 27, 2008 at 6:30 pm

well i don’t know about you,,, but i sure as hell could not…
lovely fun verse…. i love digging into the archives… so much gets buried,, and me with three blogs,,, so many things just never get seen… it gives me liberty on the days i just cant seem to get anything done too!!!!!

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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.

colors [an old poem]

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