In the chaos of scrambling for a summer job, I’ve sorely neglected this site. This past week, I’ve finally gotten back to writing my poem-a-day at twitter. What I love most about twitter is that fact that you have to compress and condense ideas, which seems to be the essence of poetry. Here’s a little posting for today that gives a behind the scenes look at the evolution of a small poem.
birdsong whittles whistles down to a shining note that you wish you could pick up like an impossible penny off the street to see not only year but also the month and day
birdsong whittles whistles down to a shining glint that you wish you could pick up like an impossible penny to see beyond year to month & day
birdsong whittles whistles down to shining glint you pick up like an impossible penny to see not only year, also month, day& places traveled