A social site for poets in Sydney.
the selected
I have read the poems of
the new poems of
the selected
I spell anthology with a comma
hidden between the leaves
of a tree a poet drew
when the printer failed
but not Gutenberg
although his trial was awkward
remember?
I have ways of entering a city
and its patterns although
enjambment at rush hour
frustrates the alphabet,
most notably the letter ‘w’
with its wide arms and need
to be more than the rest.
I have heard the songs of
the old songs of
the best of
I lick my fingers before playing
the cello, tasting music
that might come if I water the beds
I like the type of agriculture
that skims milk and butterflies.
When you lift a fallen semi quaver
question its origins
if it comes from a city
I might know its patterns
it might have been in a poem of
the new poems of
the selected
cecilia white cw
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Those w's - always get crushed on that pointy ^ in the middle!
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