Friday, April 2, 2010

poetry, daily: 2

A poem can be just a moment. It doesn't have to tell a grandiose story, or travel vast distances. Mostly the things close to home, the physical things we know and can touch, are what will touch others (and ourselves on rereading).

leicester, delay

Ezra Pound: In a Station of the Métro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.


Writing exercise:

Take public transport this weekend. While you're waiting for it (or while riding it, or after you alight), take note of the things you see. Write a short poem from this experience.

See you Monday!


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Blogger lisa s said...

i hope to try one of your exercises this month !
have a lovely weekend

April 3, 2010 5:43 PM  
Blogger tree shadow moon said...

Hey there, I posted up my effort (actually, it's the third, and by far the shortest, of my 3 very varied efforts!).

Thanks, Nà

April 5, 2010 12:02 PM  
Blogger eireann said...

I hope you can, too, Lisa!

Thanks, Nà.

Both: This space will be gone in the next few days. Please see the very similarly named (not/weblog.html) for further posts. :)

April 5, 2010 4:09 PM  

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