Collective notes, last hurrah
Gillian Swain
When the moment sits with the circle
things come to completion
the story turns
voice arcs
becomes distilled
note by note
and the voices are stanzas
all alone and slip across
radius
the curl holds
and in the centre
the poem
so I guess that was the last word?
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and somebody had to go and sneak into the new year
... and who was that going to be?
Hhahahahhaha!! Right on midnight- accident, fluke! Happy New Year and tthank you for this project!
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a clever ploy's what I say
ReplyDeletethe last word was/the centre held
ReplyDeleteyou obviously haven't read yr Yeats
ReplyDeleteGive it some more time, Kit, the hangover will begin to disappear
Deletesorry, Rob
ReplyDeletethere's a beast slouching towards Bethlehem and so on