a poem for today, 1 September 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
Language should be an ever developing procedure and not an isolated occurrence.
An elegant blob of romantic orange hung between the clouds.
Identify the grass type then diagnose the lawn disease.
We take our sustenance through the mouth, we communicate vocally through the mouth, we share intimate messages through the mouth.
Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack.
These charcoal formulations range from extra soft to hard.
Put her on a drag strip and she'll leave serious rubber.