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What
if poetry
were a planet
where words were moons
pulled close by gravity?
We could flitter about
on stanzas and rhymes
inside the atmosphere
while gazing out into the dark night,
wondering about the other stars in the sky.
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photo credit: nasa1fan/MSFC #
(I made a shape poem here, but I wonder if it will format right? It’s a spaceship: The Poetry Explorer. You can also view it here at my Flickr: http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4542438217_95cb4808bc_o.png).
(The Poetry Explorer)
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What
if poetry
were a planet
where words were moons
pulled close by gravity?
We could flitter about
on stanzas and rhymes
inside the atmosphere
while gazing out into the dark night,
wondering about the other stars in the sky.
[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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http://vocaroo.com/?media=v3CfhEkBAh6ojVai4
Crap.
Didn’t work.
Check it at on Flickr.
http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4542438217_95cb4808bc_o.png
Kevin
I could still get the feel before I went to flickr. Cool!
deep
deep
space
between us
circling around and within
a mystery so
deep
that I am lost in
space
and I want to come home
to you