speed past the minutes,
fingers, like tiny
racehorses. make haste.
make sense. make me into an
insta-poet, flipping that switch
that turns on the wordlight.
can horses flip switches?
no matter. they can switch
their tails, running fast across
those keys, spitting out
well-broken prose
that is so much like
a poem you would
swear, it really was one.
Comments
Jennifer Dixey
February 3, 2012
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Started & Finished in 5
Started at 11:55:28, finished at 12:00:30, so I guess officially I was two seconds over 5, but still ... kind of a fun exercise. Time instead of form as a constraint.
Neil McKay
February 3, 2012
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Nice and fun to read. I
Nice and fun to read. I especially liked "no matter. they can switch
their tails," I think that line turns it into a real poem.
Jennifer Dixey
February 3, 2012
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I had the same thought ...
... actually it's what led to the final lines, the realization that I actually turned it into a poem somewhere along the way ...
Jennifer Dixey
February 3, 2012
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also "well-broken prose"
... because when I wrote that phrase I was thinking about the prose poem discussion here that happened (was that last week?) and the idea of breaking up prose lines to make a poem ... then later realized "well-broken" can also apply to a wild horse, tamed ...
Benjamin Gorman
February 3, 2012
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I like it!
flipping that switch that turns on the wordlight.
Yep.