take a look at the poem posted here on 10.24 ("Wind").

this is someone who grasps what form is for. to strain out wasted breath. to emphasize the music. reminds me of the exercises a singer performs, with voice & diaphragm - to purge slack noise, the untrained amateurish quavering, the dross. she has a very refined ear.

there's a river in Brockton. & flowers in Massachusetts. (listening to the sound)

New England turns her head toward autumn now.
The monarch butterflies are on their way to Mexico.

oh yeah, & how could I forget the poet a.k.a. "Anita Rust". Not to mention the hidden KD didder, & Ed Honig. He's still around; writer of long poems too (Four Springs). These 3 are better writers than any poet-blogger out there. It's a different landscape below the Woonasquatucket.

Paula's iambic pentameter - smooth, adept, capacious.

"Anita's" other blog. Belated happy discovery.

How many of you have visited this?

(She was much-published in Nedge, years ago, which was an honor for Nedge.)

(p.s. "Anita Rust" is an anagram.)