Now
by Lydia Daffenberg
Here it is--the poem of the now
Sunset-lit
Spread out, soaked
Colors against closed lids
Bounce balls over words
"Here it is--the poem of the now"
posted by Lydia Daffenberg @ 6:18 PM
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Here it is--the poem of the now
Sunset-lit
Spread out, soaked
Colors against closed lids
Bounce balls over words
"Here it is--the poem of the now"
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3 Comments:
I like this a lot. I have fun re-reading it, watching the specifics--I think it's simple, yet deep.
Also, the no punctuation at the end of the lines was a great move. For some reason, it reminds me of Faulkner. In that he sometimes used form to enhance the feel of something.
"Live in the now, man."
Yeah. It's good, Lydia.
me too,
reminds me of waking up and
the refrain at the end makes a nice loop to snare the little moment.
Cool.
poe. mo. rocks!
:)
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