Thursday, October 18, 2007

A Poem's First Fragment

"Skaters never find the thin ice until it cracks"

See there, I am now letting you into my most private world. Most of my poems start with a phrase that pops into my head and stays there until I build a poem around it.

The rest start with a theme, say bored, old-moneyed rich people on a train like in my poem "Speed of Light - Revisited" (see Poetry) that I expand on.

But, tonight, I only have the phrase "Skaters never find the thin ice until it cracks" to gnaw on...

2 comments:

  1. Here's some more to gnaw on......
    The fellow that is a good sport has to lose to prove it.

    Everyone complains of memory, no one of his judgement.

    A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

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  2. You're probably a fan of Steven Wright, right?

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