American Sentence LXVI
The poet pockets imperfection, percolates words too soon to name.
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The poet pockets imperfection, percolates words too soon to name.
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I love the popping “p” sounds in this one.
thanks! …here are more “p”s:
hope the percolating is productive
Don’t we all do that? Perfectly said, and I also love the repetition of the P sound.
Yep, brain needs to pounder!
Exactly
thanks, Kevin!
You have so many gems in your American Sentences. They stand alone, or act as diving boards into other poem possibilities.
Do you have a master plan for them? If you have already answered this question, I do apologize.
Thank you! A song with some of the American sentences is in the making and a book.
Well said, friend!
🙂
great alliteration and compactness!
How I write poems–and how fellow poets point our places to perfect!
I’m looking forward to these daily sentences. I love the alliteration. “The poet pockets imperfection.” Yes, we do, every time we write. I really love this sentence/poem.
As HA says, this one “pops”. Love the sounds — and sense — of it.