Thursday, April 29, 2010

Poem In My Pocket

 Poem 29


This is the poem
that can't be
heard.
It will never be 
spoken,
only sung in the body
like a frayed wire, 
scutched and twisted,
humming toward
ungrounded
assumptions.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved. 

13 comments:

  1. I guess your magnetic personality shines out in this piece: it's attractive... : j

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  2. What a cool idea...I knew it's National Poetry Month and we've been celebrating it all April. We read the book "Song of the Water Boatman and Other Pond Poems."

    Always a pleasure to visit you.
    one love.

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  3. You astound me: 'sung in the body / like a frayed wire.' what an image!

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  4. scutched and twisted like my soul.
    its appropriate that September gets cracked open and peeled. That most horrible of months.
    Why not tomorrow?

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  5. Quick poems, like quick sketches, are apt to have more vitality and power than the polished article. This one seems to be a case in point. Don't be put off if you think it has a few rough edges. It's potential dynamite.

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  6. Immediately Walt Whitman's I Sing the Body Electric popped into my head.

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  7. Wonderful verse here Kass. Your energy amazes me. I cannot write verse to rule. I'm here now from Eryl's blog and I share her struggles with writing on demand.

    You do it brilliantly though.

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  8. ALESA - That's why I usually head north in my poems.

    SE'LAH - Thanks for the suggestion. I googled it. Joyce Sidman seems very imaginative.

    ERYL - I think I came up with that because I couldn't say I sing the body electric.

    TAG - Great combination of both poems. Reads like a poem itself.

    DAVE - Thanks. I think I would like to change the last lines. I'll ponder on it.

    JULIE - That's interesting because that's the poem that inspired my fast little ditty.

    ELISABETH - The 'on demand' thing is a challenge. Perhaps I can accomplish it because I have no aspirations to publish, other than here on my blog and I don't mind 'putting it all out there' because everyone is so kind.

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  9. Both poems; worthy.
    You; celebrated and appreciated.

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  10. MARIE - Thanks and may I say how much I love your new profile pic. And thank you for the mighty song you left on my answer machine. My land line has been going crazy with my 3-in-one Officejet so a lot of people get the fzzzzzzzz when they call. Thanks for hanging in there.

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  11. I'm humming on this one ...

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  12. Hi Kass, Thanks for inviting me to this blog. I love it and have a wonderful poem but I missed having time to share. I may do it on Sunday anyway. Come visit anytime. Hugs, Mollye

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  13. my favorite sounds are silent.

    i'm so pleased you took to this poem of my brothers and me. your poem, btw, captures what goes on inside when a story is brewing.

    muchly,
    sherry

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