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That birdsong twitch
by Richard ColinsonI turn the music off
As I don't want to hear
The voices of others
I dim the lights
And turn the world down
To a dull backglow hum
And there in my chest
With that birdsong twitch of feeling
The rickety apparatus
Fires up
And then I know
The way that words go
Pulling from my shadows
I give forth 02/09/2010 Author's Note: We're doing it live! I wrote today's poem on Etherpad so you can play back a key by key history of its creation at http://etherpad.com/ep/pad/view/CehUw21jWV/rev.1 I think this made me a little self-conscious which pushed me towards writing about the act of creation itself.
Posted on 02/09/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/09/10 at 10:51 PM First of all, I love the Etherpad feature -what a neat thing to be able to do, as a means of documenting the creative process -I might have to try that myself sometime! And second, I love this piece, most especially the third stanza, which has some amazing natural as well as mechanical imagery to it...most enjoyable to read!! |
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