poet Howard Nemerov

Howard Nemerov

Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003
Poem Edited: Thursday, June 30, 2011

Form: Ars Poetica


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Comments about Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry by Howard Nemerov

  • Mark Otieno (8/24/2017 2:38:00 AM)

    beautiful piece....i love it

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  • Karen Sinclair (3/10/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    Clever connection here to me... Describing the invisible threads which waver. Loved it..., two great pieces in one day ty poem hunter. Karen

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  • Shannon Dahle (10/19/2009 10:46:00 PM)

    Simple yet very beautiful!

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