tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post3754715803018063937..comments2024-01-24T20:19:07.001-08:00Comments on touches of sense...: falling, failing, feeling, fleeting, fearing.sensor63http://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-63493711142791311712018-06-13T03:47:59.713-07:002018-06-13T03:47:59.713-07:00Love how language works at meaning and sound level...Love how language works at meaning and sound level. I wonder what line it is that one walks to in the poem. That utterance is language secure—whole, and then the dropping as languages are crossed, abandoned, commingled Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-39995033338970692902018-06-13T03:00:27.716-07:002018-06-13T03:00:27.716-07:00I saw a poem beneath your poem.
http://dogtrax.edu...I saw a poem beneath your poem.<br />http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2018/06/13/one-poem-surfacing-from-inside-another/<br />KevinDogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.com