heart / is
a place no one can talk about / it goes beyond
love / the slick ness of sweat / sweet taste of life
i am not / heart / only stone / cold they say
an anger press ed down / fill ed up / w sad ness
& simple they say / there is nothing to dying
i don't remember being born / i scarce lee
remember / touch / core thing / that / heavy hand
of / now you've for gotten / & i get up & leave
always leaving / once / last time / /
yes / the days are getting long er now / sun shines
over the mountain / air / frozen roads / ice to remind
we st.ill move around / this year / next year / & i keep
next year's plan to my self / no sense sharing with the dead
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Man- I love those finch copywrited backslashes. As always - what can I say- love your originality-
DQ.
Reading this, I was reminded of cummings but the poem, the voice is distinctly Finch.
I liked this quite alot.
Does Didi pick the poems that go to IBPC or can we nominate them? I never was sure how the process worked on this board.
Hey, Didi, if you read this, please consider Finch's poem for IBPC this month!
Good good good to read you, Finch.
I'm a big big fan of those back slashes of yours.
you posted this up here once already didn't you?
i am sick of saying that i like this poem.
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