Image courtesy of sxc.hu and Ann-Kathrin Rehse of Germany.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. -Frost
Thanks to various friends in various places online who have expressed interest in the memory palace posts. Perhaps I'll do a few more... This little post is in response to a comment, and is a 5-minute stab at defining the word poem. (It might have been
Published on February 17, 2014 10:08