Sometimes I will hear a story and think that it would make a good poem. There are a number of examples of this process on the blog. Here's a poem that describes that process.
I STOLE YOUR STORY
because it was just there
attractive words hung in the air
on more than one occasion
I have taken a conversation
and cast it in ink on a page
It wrote itself from the first line. Here's a rewrite from a recent post.
A tenor weaves an old tune
breathes new life around the buildings
the wind is set on distort
as if each note had a different weight
and could only be carried so far
If I had a voice
I would sing the words
as I do at home
but in the city
I am silent
It's still not perfect but I thought the last version ended too abruptly.
Here's a very different tune by The Decemberists.
Until next time.
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