Four…

Poetry is many things: the meaning within the words, the meaning below, or above. A poem is an object, a form, with negative space and silence as important as the black marks and the telepathy that occurs when we interpret them.

Poetry is breath, the only thing we cannot survive more than a few minutes without. And sound: one of life’s grand gifts.

Something I have come to love during this project is the way a poem feels in my mouth, the way it tastes. That is why, in part, today’s poem is important to me.

If You’re Crowish, by Jane Videlock. Enjoy: )

 

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