Um. What can I say about this one? Nothing, I fear, except that E J Thripps (aged 47 and a half) gets quite exercised by the idea of PROPER POETRY, especially on a Tuesday.
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Metre and rhyme
Should still be prime
In a theory of poetry
For our time.
With verse that is free
It's hard to see
What the coherent
Point might be
While verse that is blank
Is just a –––
Severe disappointment.
E J Thripps
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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