I’m a big fan of self-awareness in poetry. I really like the part where you say, “try and find the meaning in these rows/it’s sitting right there, undisturbed.” YES! I dig it.
IDK, before I joined ficly i assumed that’s what everyone did. Before that I made entire poems to use a single line. And then I found out that what I believed was the opposite of the truth, but by then the idea that each poem has some meaning had been ingrained in me: perhaps it’s the singaporean lit student mindset to have scavenge hunting, except now I’m the planter.
Ironically, this poem was written just to use stanza III. I had it lying around in my drafts and I simply added the meaning afterwards.
airborne
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Tad Winslow
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Shamaliane
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Emilou
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brazen
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