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who wants to read
a
CONCRETE
poem?
(who wants to
hold
a lead
balloon?)
do you think that
we should
change that
name?
maybe we
should
Change it
soon. |
Are words like stone? No!
Blades of grass.
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if poems use
words
to form a
shape
that
we can clearly see,
Then why not
call them
PICTURE POEMS --
or
GRAPHIC POETRY?
| From winter grey, they spring
light green;
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concrete's
good for
sidewalks, blocks,
and pavements, good
for bricks and
roads.
but poems are made
of
words, not
rocks,
and carry
only
weightless loads. |
| Despite slabs, bricks or
blocks, they
pass-- |
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who'd choose
a
CONCRETE
poem to
write?
(who wants to
grow
a rose of
stone?)
why should warm
thoughts
or feelings
bright,
by such
a cold
grey name be
known? |
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'Round, over,
up! Through! In
between! |
If you've
read the pavement-paragraphs top to bottom, you've stopped
here. But you could start here and read the 4 lines of 'grass'
heading back 'north' again. Or
those 4 slabs of pavement. Or--you could
read the sidewalk in one direction, and the grass as you head
back the other way. Or you could forget all this and eat an
apple.
copyright 2003
Brad Burg www.bradburg.com
Ideally, this poem
should be animated, to make its point. Want to try? Send
me an e-mail about it (Here's a
chance to make "watching the grass grow" interesting.)
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