First thing to do: save this file as
<poem_name>.doc. filename rules: all lower case, no spaces, not too long,
use underscore character to separate words if desired. Ex:
returnfromnewyork.doc; return_from_ny.doc; ny_return.doc; return_0703.doc; return.doc.
Shorter is better. Then:
2 blanks lines (normal/12 pt) at top, before title;
title in 24 pt arial; body in 12 pt Bookman; one normal para following title;
one normal para after poem & before date. date/other line(s) 10 pt ariel,
italics, indented 16 or so spaces. this is HIDDEN text and a hidden paragraph,
so it doesn't count towards the two line quota. Layout should be like these:
<Title><paragraph
mark><paragraph mark>
body, with
each line terminating in <linefeed character>
<last line
of poem><paragraph mark><paragraph mark>
<place
composed><linefeed character>
<----optional
<date
composed><paragraph mark>
(paragraph
mark = Enter key; linefeed character = Shift+Enter key)
Sample of poem below. First
version is what you type to begin.
Second version is first
version cut-and-pasted into a table.
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High tide
i really can't process this
hardly suppress my fears
hardly endure the scrutiny
of broad daylight anymore
of course it is not possible to see
everything every thing
no matter how many
ways i come nearer
one hour at a time
year by year
decade by decade
* * *
two docents descend the path
look happy and one speaks
It’s a glorious day to be here
nodding right back to him i say
Yes it is
SEA OF GRACE
my inner voice reckoning
silently
we are competing for every breath
these days on Earth you know
isn’t that obvious
* * *
they stride along confidently
in this sunset hour
i stumble fast forward
the wildlife of Punta de los Lobos
Mariños come out in force
as i gather the scents
of yerba buena and woodmint
anise and sage
into my heart
* * *
in one maybe two human lifetimes only
this Granite Point where i climb
may be an island
i do not comprehend how these cliffs will stand
to measure the aeon end to end
heavenly bodies are already falling
into large-grained sand crystals
slipping through my fingers
glistening galaxies they spin
* * *
the dear familiar harbor seals
take it all in
and i must solemnly believe
the sky will be clear blue again
though i will not see it
the high deserts will bloom
even when abysses open
there will be convergences
these particular molecules
of mine will arise as waveforms
among the waves
and fall beneath
the crescent moon
in the west
even then
March 2008
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