ramble, and a poem much more interesting than the ramble
Because I could whinge about money or work or health or anxiety or having things I want to do, creative things, that I don't seem to get to-
but that seems useless, worse than useless, and not fun-
so instead, I will repost the poem from the DW Poetry community from today, and count my self lucky that
there is poetry in the world, and tomorrow is another day, and I will be watching for the moment I didn't notice that i'd forgotten how wonderful it is to be alive, and then i'll remember that yes, I am alive, and there is poetry in the world with me, everywhere.
Poem:
Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
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but that seems useless, worse than useless, and not fun-
so instead, I will repost the poem from the DW Poetry community from today, and count my self lucky that
there is poetry in the world, and tomorrow is another day, and I will be watching for the moment I didn't notice that i'd forgotten how wonderful it is to be alive, and then i'll remember that yes, I am alive, and there is poetry in the world with me, everywhere.
Poem:
Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
-
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