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I. Sonnet

Mar. 25, 2012
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           Sense is a poem with 22 ilkes
ruins a carp           of bothersome hand
   bells or sanded      to round stitch           a whole
       fundy sometimes that old mustard feeling
under jive turkeys   out on godless      high thanks
          giving oration            of more brave than new
     to gallows fish gone wrest      my fair lad
'Tis a she! could have         danced starry the night
             but for           the someone           step on her feets
      too big         and nov 15         flooding the dark
ling plane of where we can      fly through the blue
      new to prevail            an orangutan swell
        against a green whisper     uttering screech
   to have and to hold and completely distemper.

Barbara Lightner is a 73-year old shameless agitator who began writing poetry in law school to escape the intolerable burden of death by law. She grew up in rural Tennessee among sharecroppers and cotton magnates and lived among killer whale and dolphin when on an island in Puget Sound. She taught Creative Writing at Skagit Valley College in Mount Vernon WA. She currently lives in Wisconsin where she owned and operated a 50-cow dairy farm; opened up and ran the Red Wheelbarrows Bookshop; and tried for political office where she failed miserably. The Madison WI Equal Opportunities Commission granted her its 20th Anniversary Award for Community Organizing in the Women's Community. She has been known to write satire and parody


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