Poetry Break: "Ozark Creek Bed"
Stone, however, I can handle:
Ozark Creek Bed
Like burnt must, those old
Cambrian scents, broke from the bone-
smooth circumference of in-
effable
stone, curling pre-pteradactylic up,
in the unfamiliar air,
and hanging in-
explicably there . . . .
I don't quite recall precisely when I wrote this ... back in the stone age, I suppose. The format doesn't reflect the offline version, unfortunately, for this is partly a visual poem.
I blame Blogger ... or society ... or childhood deprivation ... but perhaps the fault is my own.
Anyway, the third and seventh lines should be indented about five spaces, the fourth line about ten spaces, and the eighth about fifteen.
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