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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Being
Category: Issue 3, Poetry/Lyrics WinnersDozing under a tree
the shrieks and shouts of a passing public
recede.
And I believe I can hear the thrum of the ground:
of a billion billion infinitesimal beings
just being.
I think of the tectonic plates.
The movement of the great and small.
Of everything.
And I wonder.
Old Comments
Nice break from where I was; thanks!
I’d like something more in this though - perhaps a progression to frame the path from infinitesimal beings to tectonic plates. Maybe a progression of depth, or a progression of size.
My judgments in poetry/lyrics also reflect a bias against short pieces. I suppose that if a submission generates a good comment following, I’ll like it more and rank it higher. The bias comes from me imagining how it will look in the magazine, where it will have at least one page for itself and its comments.