Gesture My arm sweeps down a pliant arc whatever I am streams through my negligent wrist: the poem uncoils like a whip, and snaps softly an inch from your enchanted face. by Donald FinkelI would describe this as: - MicroPoll

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My arm sweeps down
       a pliant arc
            whatever I am
                   streams through my
                            negligent wrist:

the poem
                   uncoils
                               like a
                                           whip, and
snaps
softly an inch from your enchanted face.

by Donald Finkel

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Poll created by Dan Waber on 01-Mar-2009

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I hereby claim as the true and rightful domain of Visual Poetry that expanse of gray area which bridges the communication space between the Poem and Visual Art.

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