by Bill Yarrow
not enough of us
destroy
what we create
we need to crumble
our blossoms and buds
in our hands
who has felt
that powder
and been unhappy?
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This poem appears in WRENCH (erbacce-press, 2009)
It was republished in Like Birds Lit.
Thanks, Kait Mauro!
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
yes indeed
Nice compact piece, Bill. Great notion in felt the powder.
oh that is so true!
Absolutely!
Agreed!
You have said it well, again. I like it.
Oh, I do like the twist in here. Creation usually sparks happiness, and here you've turned it upside down. Leave no footprint? Or don't leave a mangled footprint? Or understand what is good and should stand, or understand what should fall by the wayside, left for mulch to, one day, grow anew.
'Kill off our little darlings'
'less is more''Edit, edit, edit cut, cut, cut'
Great poem as usual, Bill.
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I do love both the concept and the concise way you put it into words, which echos the theme.
Oh, I like this poem. Beautiful and stirring
On the money, Bill. As Myra says, sometimes those little darlings have gotta go.
I really enjoy this, especially the first line. It's quite a powerful image.
Simple, but strong imagery. Well done.
So much done in so few words. Great one, Bill!
Clever use of "powder" where the word "power" usually goes. Might make it a little tighter by cutting the first two words of the second stanza. Maybe. Probably not.
I also thought the word powder should have been power.
Nice poem, regardless.
nano-dynamite! love this, Bill.
We'd really love to have this on 'Like Birds Lit' if you are interested. :) I am just in love with it.
yes.
good point. lovely poem.
THIS IS EXQUISITE!
(silence is my real comment)
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Bill, this made me cry.
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I still adore this poem, Bill. Even all this time later.