Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Panamint

needle-peak stitching clouds together
above red cliffs. grasshoppers whir
as i lick blackberry juice from stained
fingers. they say

if you can see far
it's because you're standing on my shoulders
your mother's shoulders


my mother is a giant and her voice
is grasshoppers

--for Miss Rumphius' Poetry Stretch. Note that according to the exercise, this should really be a 10-line poem. But why write an extra line if you've said everything you need to?

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1 comment:

Michelle Johnson said...

Excellent use of this Poetry Stretch. I don't think it needed an extra line either. Well done. Have a nice day.