A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Monday, April 13, 2015

in word and deed

shift computational load to sound 
such that prosody varies
to intensify meaning
and intensity varies
to form arguments and argumentation

but leave the poet only rely on feeling,
as though the winds only hold the secrets to the 'trees we speak,
and they soar through the night when no one's looking,
give us our breath throughout the day 
as we're made green and browned and brown and green with them.

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