Angeline
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Bah! Why try to pick a favourite? Simply love them all.
Lotsa form and some verse libre going in all kinds of directions.
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Bah! Why try to pick a favourite? Simply love them all.
..Bah! Why try to pick a favourite? Simply love them all.
..
My point exactly. Like having chocolate cake in one hand, apple pie in the other,
glazed doughnuts on the table, crying for one more hand.
Minton's Ghazal
The dream was sepia. It was a velvet tone poem,
a minor key, a smoky ennui all alone poem.
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Minton's Ghazal
The dream was sepia. It was a velvet tone poem,
a minor key, a smoky ennui all alone poem.
...
Goofy’s Love Rondeau, with Canadian Accent¹
The way I feel, I think you know.
You’d better, for I’ve told you so
...
Here we are together,
apart.
In a room
strewn with stuff.
Yours?
Mine.
...
did not comment on this in Writing Live thread; it made me sad, blue. I feel that if a muse by any given name or none is there , it was close to you when you wrote this. Would love to see you submit it.
Tess, bravo to you for that go with The Artist's Daughter. I was rather astonished by the shift in the fifth strophe from a very austere studied banality to the riot of color and movement. It happens so suddenly and overwhelmingly it's like Dorothy walking from black and white into technicolor. It is a really special poem. I only have one teeny niggle: when you talk about the church window you keep it very plastic and empty sounding except for the word "primary," which suggests richness and brightness. If you changed to something like "dull" or "dusty," there would be nothing, not a word to foreshadow that punch coming up in strophe 5. Just a thought.
I had in mind the four primary colours as opposed to his vision of his daughter - to signify his new disenchantment and lack of comfort from the cross.
Thanks, Tod. And thanks to butters. It was an edit of an earlier mediocre poem.
Is there any chance you would post the previous version of this piece, to see where and what you changed, or did you kill it off? I am interested in seeing where the editing process takes people
Just echoing butters sentiments on greenmountaniers poem Dark Linoleum, there is so much depth in this poem.
To Angeline I like the way you made Hungry Jack more solid in its images each stanza a punch, but I'm not sure which version I like better the rawness of your first draught has such a hardness and appeal
Thanks, Tod. And thanks to butters. It was an edit of an earlier mediocre poem.
If you had read the second version first, you'd have thought I improved it. Maybe it still needs work but it was too sloppy in that first draft.
It's a dark ghostly poem with the voice of northern NE running through it like granite. I could hear the accent!
Thank you, gm.That's both flattering and meaningful to me.Speaking to the Dead seems light-hearted, but then you realize you've taken the bait and Tzara's reeling your subconscious in. Speaking to the Dead really spoke to me. Great poem.