As if there could be any other way. As though muscles on metacarpals, under the muse’s sway, could do anything else…
poeming
this endlessly stretching
blank page
tonight, this white space
just no rhymes, no words
That moment when poet and poem bleed into each other. Who knows where one ends, the other begins?
find a silence
tucked here into me
the space
Inspired by, and re-ordering words (in the tanka and haiku) from, “No Mail -no Post” by Sarah Connor.
Kim pubtends a moving Tuesday Poetics over at dVerse
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Frank J. Tassone 
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