Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Altering the Texture

Thanks as always to Naomi's keen eye, herewith a slightly revised version of my most recent poem:

The Texture of Water

The water crinkles
in the pool of a
fountain crumpling
and rippling out to
smoothness along the rim
as jets rise and arc and
fray, spilling back, spattering
and pocking the surface,
rippling the texture,
rise, fall, and spatter,
the rhythm of it, the almost
music of it.

October 29, 2007

R.I.P. Porter Wagoner. (Link may require free registration.)


Blogger Jim H. said...

Attention to punctuation...nice! Reminds me of the chapter in Brautigan's "A Confederate General From Big Sur" in which the narrator amuses himself (and us) by counting the punctuation marks in Ecclesiastes.

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