Coltsfoot and saltpeter
go off like fireworks
when the mix is right
and a spark is applied;
the way the earth will
burst if we incite
the sky to riot.
On the day the last
tree was felled on
Easter Island a
choice was made between
what was and what they
wanted it to be;
between life, and stones
with their backs to the sea.
*Thanks to Kay Ryan’s “Easter Island“
http://youtu.be/VSuY5YkILig
Burst*
06 Wednesday Feb 2013
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
this feels like a “part 1” – is that just me???
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This comes out of a longer poem that I pared down to 2 stanzas…do they seem a bit disjointed to you? I am going to give the longer one another go but right now I just can’t make it work…so yes in a way it is a part 1 of something.
for some reason your blog disappeared from my reader…so there i was wondering why you stopped writing and there you were writing all the time…and now i am happy because i am reading my favorite blog once again.
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I watched the video. Good reading. And I read the other poem. An interesting pair. Good job of using juxtaposition and of writing outside yourself.
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Thank you, particularly for taking the time to listen then taking more time to leave such a thoughtful comment.
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I really enjoy this poem
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Thank you taking the time to read my poetry and leave a comment.
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