The thought process
Starts and ends
A procinium
Fully imersed
In self
Absorbed
Ignoring the line
Between
Inner and
Outer
Until the face is lost
And a haystack of ideas
Is all the eyes reveal.
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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Hi there,
Great site. I'll have to explore it further...thanks for our dinner conversation tonight at the 2008 Wrimo celebration on Robson.
Look forward to hearing from you...
reneethewriter
I write the diversity column for http://canadasworld.wordpress.com
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