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Monday, June 18, 2007

 

Street Art/Magnetic Poetry

Even Siberia, USA, has a summer. And in our summer, we have some street art. One of these interactive pieces is a pair of old icebox doors mounted on a wooden stand. On these doors are scattered various magnetic poetry sets. Here are three poems I recently composed from these constraints:

1.
The sun as song,
The will as fast;
No girling tree
Who hard home has
As full this down
For snow that bad
Where living runs
Were read. She has
By it, with sand,
His teacher is.

2.
Come out, dream talk,
You have perilous litter.
Yield and toy,
Speak more slander;
Torment affection
Near when yonder;
Companion sleep
So warrant after.

I quench vehemence,
Grace every time;
We break from manner,
Though we climb
Another ghost
For tale above:
That quiet naught
Which must tempt love.

3.
Snow, wet green giant!
Shine slow, like music.
Book him with need-teachers.
Plant light when talking.
Rain purple song!
Always stuff sun out.
Live, downing will.
See this home fast!
Toast the eye tree.
Read so my good --
Run that full climb.
Sing it, Mom, Dad!
Come for no bad.
-- by Fish Girl

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