Life's margins are too narrow for proofreading: a poor catch of extra commas, profiles of girls and monograms of insomnia. For literature, an earthly life is just a couple of words in a not too coordinated sentence, let alone the poetry: here the author's headache determines the character's lifetime, here the area of a paper sheet limits his rectangular space of life… At this moment the protagonist is wondering why his black coat, which he puts on only once a year on Christmas Eve when visiting his wife in Woodlawn Cemetery, is worn through and why a lonely old poet is so cold in December in New-York?
should author tell him
I don't think so life's margins
are too narrow for
19.12.2019
The Darker Side Of Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
monograms, death, life, literature, poetry,
Form: Haibun
Ascending unto the fourth pinnacles auspicious plyth ~
To quantumly observe these plateaus regions of oeuvre
Molten monograms of monarchies scripted immure; immolating
These gravitating exhibits of perceptions inter alia
Past particles of meticulously latticed perplexities....
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....Quid pro quo?!
Note: Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day' &, 'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
monograms, faith, introspection, life, love
Form: I do not know?