L.10.1 – Turff

Repeating my first submission, from the comment within Dale’s post:

Brine
Spry
Sigh
Fear
Oomph
Sex
Seeping
Clocked
Annoying
Sane

And my second one, which I’ve been holding back to work on a bit:

Who flows,
knows,
phases,
cuts through…
sinks through.
Stays.
Settles.
Soaks through…
…new waves
dies.

4 Thoughts on “L.10.1 – Turff

  1. Ooh! I really like this one (the new one).

  2. [crickets]

  3. Shhh… I’m looking at an ad in the NYT for the NY Ceramics Fair… it features the head of a pointer.

    We live in the end times. Poetry cannot save us.

  4. Is that end-times comment some sort of commentary on the fact that I actually completed an assignment?

    Is the pointer available to the public? I like dogs.

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