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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Writer's Diary #4- Staircase (first draft, first stanza only)

Okay, so I'm not in Iqaluit yet. These things take time!

And I've obviously found some internet access.

Staircase

Echoes of the thumps
Irregular
Like a basketball, suddenly
beyond my fingertips

3 comments:

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That's a very evocative stanza. I'm looking forward to more.

John Mutford said...

Thanks Barbara,
It might be a while for more though. It's hard to concentrate on poetry when your material life has been shoved into suitcases and boxes.

chuck said...

Some aspects of relocating are "out of our hands"...similar to basketballs that "dribble" of their own momentum.