Jack has been working a poem, adding only a line or two a day. I'm not sure he's still keeping up the one I'm referring to. While he was going I took his first line then riffed on his subsequent lines, posting them as replies to his poem as it lengthened. This is the last bit I posted at Jack's blog:
Trees don't get confused.
Although I have known trees confused.
Birds unfold wind and sky and distance
grows smaller, the sky next to your mouth.
This road goes here & there, distancing
itself from leaves. The hand at the end
of the mind looms, an elm woven
over its knowns, a shuttle zooming
into focus the means of ends.
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I've never done a poem only writing one line per day. Seems awful restrictive. Unnecessarily so. But I haven't been pumping out poems lately either. So a few days ago I wrote a line that's a bit of collage from the titles of the books in my bedside pile. In subsequent days I've added one line, using essentially the same method. I'll see it goes.
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