lull
the onomatopoeic susurration
of a lullaby
For most of these recent poems I've just let the words and pictures explain themselves, but I wanted to say a couple of things about this one. I was just setting the post up, centring where the lines would go even though I hadn't a clue what I was going to write about tonight. I did one of those keyboard things you do, bashed out a few letters so I could italicize them, and the word "lull" appeared. So I thought about that for all of a minute, decided to go with it, and the rest of this strange little senryu came loping along as if it knew where it was going. Then I wondered what picture could possibly go with it and landed on this one. All of which took approximately ten minutes.
This month I'm taking a four-week poetry course on seriality with Paul Nelson who is a proponent of Alan Ginsberg's "first thought, best thought" approach to writing. Paul is a founder of POPO, the August postcard poem exchange I've written about a few times. I'm starting to think that the four hundred and thirty-four postcard poems I've written in the fourteen years I've been doing that are a kind of serial poem in themselves.
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3 comments:
Yep. The postcards ARE a series. You are a jewel Linda C. When Covid’s put down, me & Bhakti want to visit you, Sharon & Eron H. Grateful for the shout out and the kind words. Paul
That's an interesting idea.
You know you're welcome anytime, Paul. After Covid, that is. Bloody Covid.
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