"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, April 23, 2012


Day 23: Write a poem that responds to, or is inspired by, a work of art, whether that be a sculpture, painting, photo or whatever else.

photo by Lukasz Wierzbowski

She's been hidden for days,
a careful calculation she made
that told her things would
finally come up clean.

She managed it for a while,
the mobilizing hunger
reaching deep behind her
capacity for self-control.

To the tallest place
she thought she could reach,
she brought the best
parts of her composure.

To the death, she said,
for it would be a mistake
to leave anything important
up for serious debate.

She kept her post safe
until the love she waited for
finally arrived in a box
taped three times on the side.

It was a risk to come down,
but when the box moved,
the temptation was too much
to leave it sitting alone.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Shins, The Rifle's Spiral (watch this video...SO GOOD)

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