Saturday, December 08, 2007
Peripheral Poetry
Out the side, the edge of my vision
so are many of the sources of my poetry
the images out my window
hurtling by for an instant, maybe
seeing them, clearly, etched
knowing now how
seeing the texture, the purpose,
purity, crystallized moments
images frozen in my words
December 7, 2007
so are many of the sources of my poetry
the images out my window
hurtling by for an instant, maybe
seeing them, clearly, etched
knowing now how
seeing the texture, the purpose,
purity, crystallized moments
images frozen in my words
December 7, 2007
Labels: Concord NH, December, Driving, Nature, New Hampshire, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, pure, Raymond A. Foss, senses, texture, Writing Poetry
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