Texturalist the Form
PATHOS
truth
or paradox
perhaps irony...
a man,
a house,
the curtained window...
a letter in his pocket ....
at his brother's grave
the man reads
of his son's death...
This example of a texturalist poem (see my blog thereon today) a found poem that re -weaves Cyndi's comment on my earlier blog.
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