There is exercise in
the rooted words. Knead! Knead!
Glance, the rooted words
are closing in.
About the even’ shift
the sprouting pipes creak thin their heat –
a flailing dance of
conker-burst – Knead! Knead!
The Beautiful Life is different.
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This poem is part of a current project to write two poems a week for 52 weeks. The aim is to create a pool of 104 poems and prove that if one writes enough poems some gems will surely result.
In the interim, preview here my first volume of poems published earlier this year.
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