Does poetic form matter?
A titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me. I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it. It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby. I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help. I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me. We go inside. Slowly it begins to recover. Its eyes begin to blink. Its beak, which has been open, closes. It begins to stir, to look around. When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside. We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds. Maybe that will help. It seems to. It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly, flies to a low branch of a nearby tree. A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
a titmouse
crashes
into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size
startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it
it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby.
i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help
i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me
we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink
its beak
which has been open
closes
it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently
we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see
and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to
it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly
flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
With a reverberation
Disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned.
I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
Its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
And hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
Flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later—it is gone!
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it, hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
a
titmouse
crashes
into
the
window
with
a
reverberation
disproportionate
to
its
size
startling
me
i
find
it
stunned
i
pick
it
up
and
hold
it
it
is
cold
and
there
is
a
cat
roaming
nearby
i
hold
it
hoping
the
warmth
of
my
hands
will
help
i
hold
it
for
a
long
time
until
the
cold
is
too
much
for
me
we
go
inside
slowly
it
begins
to
recover
its
eyes
begin
to
blink
its
beak
which
has
been
open
closes
it
begins
to
stir
to
look
around
when
it
stirs
sufficiently
we
go
back
outside
we
sit
near
the
feeder
where
it
can
see
and
hear
the
other
birds
maybe
that
will
help
it
seems
to
it
sits
on
my
open
palm
then
suddenly
flies
to
a
low
branch
of
a
nearby
tree
a
few
minutes
later
it
is
gone
~~~
a titmouse
crashes
into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size
startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it
it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby
i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help
i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me
we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink
its beak
which has been open
closes
it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently
we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see
and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to
it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly
flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
a tit
mouse
crashes in
to the
window with a re
verb
eration dis
proportionate
to
its size startling
me i find it
stunned i pick
it up and hold
it it is
cold and there
is a cat roaming
nearby i
hold
it
hoping the
warmth of my hands
will help i
hold it
for a long
time until the cold is too
much
for me we
go inside
slowly
it
begins
to recover its eyes
begin to
blink its beak
which has been open closes it
begins to stir to
look
around when it stirs
sufficiently we go
back out
side we sit
near the feeder where it
can
see and hear the other birds
maybe
that will help
it seems to it sits on
my
open palm then suddenly flies to
a low
branch of a nearby
tree a few
minutes
later it
is
gone
~~~
a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size startling me i find it stunned i pick it up and hold it it is cold and there is a cat roaming nearby i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help i hold it for a long time until the cold is too much for me we go inside slowly it begins to recover its eyes begin to blink its beak which has been open closes it begins to stir to look around when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside we sit near the feeder where it can see and hear the other birds maybe that will help it seems to it sits on my open palm then suddenly flies to a low branch of a nearby tree a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size~~~startling me~~~i find it stunned~~~i pick it up and hold it~~~it is cold~~~and there is a cat roaming nearby~~~i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help~~~i hold it for a long time~~~until the cold is too much for me~~~we go inside~~~slowly it begins to recover~~~its eyes begin to blink~~~its beak~~~which has been open~~~closes~~~it begins to stir~~~to look around~~~when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside~~~we sit near the feeder~~~where it can see and hear the other birds~~~maybe that will help~~~it seems to~~~ it sits on my open palm then~~~suddenly~~~flies to a low branch of a nearby tree~~~a few minutes later~~~it is gone~~~
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A TITMOUSE CRASHES INTO THE WINDOW WITH A REVERBERATION DISPROPORTIONATE TO ITS SIZE, STARTLING ME. I FIND IT STUNNED. I PICK IT UP AND HOLD IT. IT IS COLD, AND THERE IS A CAT ROAMING NEARBY. I HOLD IT HOPING THE WARMTH OF MY HANDS WILL HELP. I HOLD IT FOR A LONG TIME, UNTIL THE COLD IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. WE GO INSIDE. SLOWLY IT BEGINS TO RECOVER. ITS EYES BEGIN TO BLINK. ITS BEAK, WHICH HAS BEEN OPEN, CLOSES. IT BEGINS TO STIR, TO LOOK AROUND. WHEN IT STIRS SUFFICIENTLY WE GO BACK OUTSIDE. WE SIT NEAR THE FEEDER, WHERE IT CAN SEE AND HEAR THE OTHER BIRDS. MAYBE THAT WILL HELP. IT SEEMS TO. IT SITS ON MY OPEN PALM, THEN, SUDDENLY, FLIES TO A LOW BRANCH OF A NEARBY TREE. A FEW MINUTES LATER—IT IS GONE!
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-01-01 at 17:22
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Poem About a Titmouse
A titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me. I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it. It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby. I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help. I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me. We go inside. Slowly it begins to recover. Its eyes begin to blink. Its beak, which has been open, closes. It begins to stir, to look around. When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside. We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds. Maybe that will help. It seems to. It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly, flies to a low branch of a nearby tree. A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
a titmouse
crashes
into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size
startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it
it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby.
i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help
i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me
we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink
its beak
which has been open
closes
it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently
we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see
and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to
it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly
flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
With a reverberation
Disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned.
I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
Its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
And hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
Flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later—it is gone!
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it, hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
a
titmouse
crashes
into
the
window
with
a
reverberation
disproportionate
to
its
size
startling
me
i
find
it
stunned
i
pick
it
up
and
hold
it
it
is
cold
and
there
is
a
cat
roaming
nearby
i
hold
it
hoping
the
warmth
of
my
hands
will
help
i
hold
it
for
a
long
time
until
the
cold
is
too
much
for
me
we
go
inside
slowly
it
begins
to
recover
its
eyes
begin
to
blink
its
beak
which
has
been
open
closes
it
begins
to
stir
to
look
around
when
it
stirs
sufficiently
we
go
back
outside
we
sit
near
the
feeder
where
it
can
see
and
hear
the
other
birds
maybe
that
will
help
it
seems
to
it
sits
on
my
open
palm
then
suddenly
flies
to
a
low
branch
of
a
nearby
tree
a
few
minutes
later
it
is
gone
~~~
a titmouse
crashes
into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size
startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it
it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby
i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help
i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me
we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink
its beak
which has been open
closes
it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently
we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see
and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to
it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly
flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
a tit
mouse
crashes in
to the
window with a re
verb
eration dis
proportionate
to
its size startling
me i find it
stunned i pick
it up and hold
it it is
cold and there
is a cat roaming
nearby i
hold
it
hoping the
warmth of my hands
will help i
hold it
for a long
time until the cold is too
much
for me we
go inside
slowly
it
begins
to recover its eyes
begin to
blink its beak
which has been open closes it
begins to stir to
look
around when it stirs
sufficiently we go
back out
side we sit
near the feeder where it
can
see and hear the other birds
maybe
that will help
it seems to it sits on
my
open palm then suddenly flies to
a low
branch of a nearby
tree a few
minutes
later it
is
gone
~~~
a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size startling me i find it stunned i pick it up and hold it it is cold and there is a cat roaming nearby i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help i hold it for a long time until the cold is too much for me we go inside slowly it begins to recover its eyes begin to blink its beak which has been open closes it begins to stir to look around when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside we sit near the feeder where it can see and hear the other birds maybe that will help it seems to it sits on my open palm then suddenly flies to a low branch of a nearby tree a few minutes later it is gone
~~~
a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size~~~startling me~~~i find it stunned~~~i pick it up and hold it~~~it is cold~~~and there is a cat roaming nearby~~~i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help~~~i hold it for a long time~~~until the cold is too much for me~~~we go inside~~~slowly it begins to recover~~~its eyes begin to blink~~~its beak~~~which has been open~~~closes~~~it begins to stir~~~to look around~~~when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside~~~we sit near the feeder~~~where it can see and hear the other birds~~~maybe that will help~~~it seems to~~~ it sits on my open palm then~~~suddenly~~~flies to a low branch of a nearby tree~~~a few minutes later~~~it is gone~~~
~~~
A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.
~~~
A TITMOUSE CRASHES INTO THE WINDOW WITH A REVERBERATION DISPROPORTIONATE TO ITS SIZE, STARTLING ME. I FIND IT STUNNED. I PICK IT UP AND HOLD IT. IT IS COLD, AND THERE IS A CAT ROAMING NEARBY. I HOLD IT HOPING THE WARMTH OF MY HANDS WILL HELP. I HOLD IT FOR A LONG TIME, UNTIL THE COLD IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. WE GO INSIDE. SLOWLY IT BEGINS TO RECOVER. ITS EYES BEGIN TO BLINK. ITS BEAK, WHICH HAS BEEN OPEN, CLOSES. IT BEGINS TO STIR, TO LOOK AROUND. WHEN IT STIRS SUFFICIENTLY WE GO BACK OUTSIDE. WE SIT NEAR THE FEEDER, WHERE IT CAN SEE AND HEAR THE OTHER BIRDS. MAYBE THAT WILL HELP. IT SEEMS TO. IT SITS ON MY OPEN PALM, THEN, SUDDENLY, FLIES TO A LOW BRANCH OF A NEARBY TREE. A FEW MINUTES LATER—IT IS GONE!
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-01-01 at 17:22
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