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Monday, November 1, 2010

NEVER
FORGET

Though

aged

the

entire

tree

throws

forth

alive

ness

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Welcome to the WordLayers Blog. These prose poems and pieces of written art developed out of writing practice and daily journaling. Feel free to contact me at lissalord@gmail.com with questions and comments. The website can be seen at WordLayers.com Thank you for stopping by. Lissa

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W o r d s feel like art to me. Museums manifest portraits of phrases distinctive in content and style. Landscapes listen as locutions rain down from sky and grow up from golden wheat. Installations involve consonants sprinting to vault vowels while scattering crumbs of words and letters across the ground. Sculpture Parks parade bronze allocutions of unique stature across green lawns in living color. Wouldn’t it be fun to roll in a gigantic iambic pentameter? How about working out on slides of S and C and the forever O? Or, hike to the peak of capital A to catch a Technicolor rendering of a new commentary for old readers seated on multi-colored zafus and zabutons. How to reach level ground after the peak of A? Bungee jump to join the contact sport of phonics. Or, if not up to snuff, sit with the Yellow Birds on their low risers of great expectation. Enjoy the alphabet’s 26 paratrooper patrol positioning into paraphrase of limitless number in the sky at sunset. Stars Quiet up front(!). Hush. Poets are reading their poems in the middle of the street. Listen(!) Close your eyes. W o r d s feel like art to me.

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