So hard to read a
mind.
Strangenesses we fear to find,
plenitudes for which we long!
Almost always get it
wrong.
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- Semi-colons
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- Body Parts
- Wishful Thinking
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- Penumbral Ride
- Three Quatrains, Possibly Related
- A Minor Demon
- Nothing Less
- The One Way Not to Tire of Flight
- It Likes the Music
- Secrets Shapes Can Tell
- Dressing Up Like You
- To Turn You Into Fact
- My Bee
- Let's Have a Bowl
- Party Crashers
- Down and Up
- Beyond Your Guard
- As Vexed as You
- Dare to Take a Walk Through It
- Away. Away.
- T.M.I.
- Shadows of the Dead
- To Read a Mind
- All Fleshy Pink Against the Gray
- Not to Mention
- Act Three
- November Flowers
- Rather Cunning for Their Kind
- Quatrain Without a Moral
- All Warm
- Co-construed
- Thinkable
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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