Jan Sand

Rookie - 14 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

121. The Sea 5/18/2013
122. The Sea Of Night 5/19/2013
123. The Skill 5/21/2013
124. The Speed Of Light 5/21/2013
125. The Thrush 5/21/2013
126. The Visitor 5/19/2013
127. The World Awry 5/19/2013
128. The Young Pheasant 5/21/2013
129. Thesaurus Rex 5/18/2013
130. To Mate 5/19/2013
131. Touch 5/21/2013
132. Toy Victory 5/19/2013
133. Transience 5/21/2013
134. Typing 5/18/2013
135. Up There, Down Here 5/21/2013
136. Visiting 5/20/2013
137. Wednesday 5/21/2013
138. Winter Population 5/19/2013
139. Wordsmith 5/21/2013
140. Year's End 5/21/2013
Best Poem of Jan Sand

The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein

My floor is littered
With corpses.
The older they get,
The more they stink.
Each one began with great hope.
The idea was the seed.
Three or four words
That held hands in cunning design.
Poised, I thought, to dance and laugh.
Some of my blood,
Some of my guts
Was fitted to their syntax.
I rocked back their heads.
Their eyes opened with a clack.
'Dance! ' I commanded.
Each in turn faltered, spun,
Seemed, to my ear to have grace.
I left each one to live.
When I returned to look again,
They lay there on the floor
In disordered clumsy ...

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Going Postal

To fold a cat
It must be flat
So that, one could hope,
To put it in an envelope
And mail it to a destination
With very little explanation.

Cats do not appreciate
This flat compressive state

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