“... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.” --Audre Lorde
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
cover over under a splash of green each day is new but what did you notice previously is what he said after confessing to metallic noise a skip through the park fashion design the messy details shatter each instant always turning over don’t forget what happened yesterday but do leave it behind as useful but no longer real an impression of having come so far a pink sky behind industrial jobs and pollution turning this chance into temporary use the pain to an advantage images captured sentiments fill senses the weed that flowers by chance
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