gulls hang in the air like kites
August 20, 2008
I turn up my hand to the sand
you let fall into my palm.
You spread my fingers.
The gray, black and tan grains
sift through and then it’s only
you and me. The sand back
on the beach where it belongs.
Our bodies heavy as driftwood.
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This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)
The art that moves me most is art that points out unfair or unethical practices in today’s society — especially practices which have become so routine that either they go unnoticed or they are assumed to be “normal.” — Erena Rae
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beg, borrow, but don't steal
This work is licensed under Creative Commons. If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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a perfect poem to find after my weekend at the beach
Cecilieaux, I put this poem in a time vault of sorts: mailed it to my friend two years ago Aug. 20, and he mailed it back to me yesterday. I had forgotten writing it. I immediately was moved to make some edits, and then post it.
I am going to start a poetry project where people send a poem (or poems) to their friends and specify that they want the poem or poems sent back in one year. The catch is, they have to write it and send it, without keeping any record of the poem. That way, they’ll probably forget having written it by the time they receive it back, and at that point, it will almost be like someone else’s work, which means they will be able to see it in a new light and not be so dsmissive of it.
I like this poem! Nice images, nice mix. Also, (not related to this poem!)) I like the writing prompts! What a great idea!!!!! Thanks!
Dave Barber