Saturday, April 7, 2012
National Poetry Month: Day Seven
Caesura
Some days
this is all you get
the small lull
between the creation
of dinner and putting it
on the table
the little intake of air
when things are not
quite ready
the table clean
and not yet set
candles not yet lit
that moment of pure
anticipation
pure potential
white space
between the title
and the very first word.
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3 comments:
Epic metaphor, displayed with that same poetry skill that baffles me daily.
Amaing.
Max, your comments mean so much to me. Thanks for reading me!
sometimes its hard to ask for more than the white space
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