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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4 comments:

  2. Oh wow. This is just so tight.

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

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  4. 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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