Blogger suddenly backstabbed me with 1.5 line distance like:
this. Why? It ruins my poetry, and looks ridiculous.
But on to (now redicilously looking) poetry:
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1. The loaded anger of many little simple syllables.
Words and faces
clothes and places
brain and flesh and matter
Bulky pieces
aunts and nieces
staged fashion disaster
Comfortably numb.
Great ones snoring
small imploring
middle-men are fretting
All these choices
thought-out voices
knowingly are letting
us stay comfortably dumb.
2. A "close my eyes and write fluffy stuff" moment.
If I saw a butterfly I could imagine
that it came from far away with fateful flaps of bright blue wings
that it would land on my doorstep
and spell messages in hidden languages in the snow.
If I saw a butterfly I could imagine
that beneath its many insect eyes lay greater minds
that it would sprinkle bright blue dust upon my eyelids
and give me dreams of greater worlds.
If I saw a butterfly I could imagine
that its wings were the transformed veil of a priestess of the sky
that there were plans and life and fate behind its presence
and that would change my plans and life and fate.
It makes me wonder:
if you see a butterfly
and only see a butterfly
is it prettier than my butterfly?
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4 comments:
looking back at your blog, hasn't it been doing the line-space-thing for a really long time? It just doesn't look the same when you write paragraphs rather than lines. Not sure why it does it, but it doesn't look like a new phenomenon.
The line-space thing occurs for me when I copypaste things in from a word document. I'm not sure why, but maybe it is the same for you?
In other news: The second poem was my favouritest of these two. The first one felt like it was holding back somehow, but the butterfly made me think and feel simultaneously, which is impressive.
I think blogger does what the new word does: every time you hit return it decides that that was one paragraph and you probably want extra space before the next one, which doesn't work so well with poetry.
I agree with Rik, the second one is a hands-down good poem, and I don't say that readily about free verse.
I see the same butterfly.
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