Sunday, June 6, 2010

Repetition in 3/4 time



Empty lines-
Now there are not enough notes-
and I am missing notes-
I am missing your notes
too much time passing
two, three, four, five
too much, much, too much
and I am missing my notes
I am, missing,
I am missing my-
waiting, waiting, waiting,
resting, resting, resting,
enough rest for a pillow
give me the sound-
Recitative, recess and heave-
I am declaimed in your rhythm,
but the rhythm has not declined,
the metronome is ticking,
time, bomb, ticking, time,
ticking, ticking, ticking
ticking time,
ticking time bomb,
time has bombed,
time has exploded
the sound is dead
there is death
death in the sound
dead sound
into sound, there
it is the dull hum


the vibration.

where have you been?
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4 comments:

  1. natelanJune 11, 2010 at 11:12 AM

    I once knew a young and immature person who swore that repetition had no place in poetry, but I couldn't disagree more.

    Repetition, not just in poetry, is the best way to re-affirm something.

    But look who's talking...

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  2. bttrflyscarJune 11, 2010 at 6:57 PM

    I'm sorry, could you repeat what you just said, I didn't catch it... ;)

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  3. UnknownJune 15, 2010 at 5:30 PM

    I love love love this. <3

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  4. bttrflyscarApril 21, 2011 at 1:51 PM

    thanks lovely Dana

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