the more i try to do it the more i discover that i really don't care for titling poetry. there are a couple good reasons i can think of, ones that i usually use to explain my aversion in conversation, but honestly, i think i just don't like to name them if i can avoid it--titles are usually explanatory gestures on the part of the poet, and thus often false names, and i would prefer they find their own names with the people they interact with. that seems a little odd and parentish, but it's the best way i can think to put it.
anyway, and with that windy and wordish disclaimer out of the way, i thought and thought about it, and decided, i'm not titling this--i'm not going to do it. i prefer to let it stand on its own and see how it does.
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chimes
type
on
windows
shuttered
from
frost
on winds
whispered
greetings
rise
in waves
flakes
of winter
knocking
Friday, June 8, 2007
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