WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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September 27, 2006

Snapshot Poem 27 September 02006

this morning smells of cinnamon, of nutmeg and nostalgia, the red sting of striped wasps and afternoon falling from the sky like maple like oak, a yellow day, tasting of lemons and the sharp songs of sparrows, a round day, an oval day, an egg day, the day takes shape around me but i am… Continue reading

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DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, 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.

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Snapshot Poem 27 September 02006