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Poetry Friday: Not Here, Exactly by Joanna Fuhrman

September 8th, 2017 (06:34 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar

I found your letter
in the pocket

of a borrowed goat.

It showed me
the way-

small as an eye.

One mountain tried
to taste another,

then spit it out.

Your letter called
all the other letters

“friends.”

You too were
my friend,

soft as a melting
or melted nail.

Dear little cage,
dark plum.

- Not Here, Exactly by Joanna Fuhrman

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: September 8th, 2017 09:17 pm (UTC)
imagery

So many strange images swirl through this poem.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 8th, 2017 09:50 pm (UTC)
Re: imagery

🐐

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: September 9th, 2017 11:09 pm (UTC)

This makes just about exactly as much sense read bottom to top as top to bottom!!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 10th, 2017 12:13 am (UTC)
books

The goat can translate, if necessary.

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