"I Was Born; But Not Quite News" (corrected version of 'Biopoem')

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I Was Born; But Not Quite News



Lorna,
Lost Land of the Deer, loner
Who lives in words on moss dry rock, lichen quartzite quarry,
A lover of long vowels & longer sentences, stray milleniums of pleasure,
Who notices a sunset's fable, the inflection of oak, parched landscapes beyond the potted plant,
Who feels the thirst inside but goes out into the marsh feeling the blades of loss,
Who learns folly from the firefly, mumbling from the stoic moose,
Who dreams....or hopes.....or wishes...... Not!
Lorna Dee Cervantes,
A person who picks apart the paper, and is not anewsed.



c 2005 Lorna Dee Cervantes
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This is the corrected version of a 'Biopoem' I posted on

11 May 2005

11 May 2005
Based on an exercise from Poetry Sundays... a Biopoem Exercise by Ellen Edwell
I left out the line about learning. No wonder I was left missing the muse of a mumbling moose.