Wednesday, October 12, 2011

gull



into a stiff wind
your impossible still smoothness
and those blades

those blades

with all their small twists, all their
twistings
Posted by bruce dorlova at 9:45 PM
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5 comments:

  1. KarunaDecember 14, 2011 at 7:36 PM

    Oh wow. This is just so tight.

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  2. KarunaDecember 28, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    Bruce, have nominated you for the Liebster blog award :)

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 29, 2012 at 12:52 PM

    This is a beautiful poem. What makes it beautiful is that you give us just enough of an image to let our minds complete the image. Some poets are geniuses at making images that stay in the mind forever. Others, like you, just as skilled, force the imagination to create the image and become part of the poem.

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    1. bruce dorlovaMarch 1, 2012 at 1:28 PM

      thanks for reading, 4WP, and for your considered comment.

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