Angeline
Poet Chick
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here are a few reviews for poems
posted today in addition to anna's swirly and terrific poem, already mentioned by Rybka.
svelte walker returns with the world is invisible, a lovely musing on the uncertainty of life. I love the images in this short rather ambiguous piece--is it god or a woman who has that long black hair? And how well I know the foolish feeling of thinking I know what I'm doing only to trip and fall.
Ice, I must know how you mean the word "spree," now that I've read four of your poems with this title. Spree 4 moves as fluidly as the river that I suppose is a metaphor for life flowing in concert with our struggles to accept its twists and turns. Only a poet with a powerful sense of language can move so musically through all this abstraction, and Ice nails it. It's rhythmic and so alliterative.
I liked both of jthserra's posts today, but preferred Spiced (the other is Primal Thanks), an erotic offering that reads like jazz to me, full of improvisational dips and turns. It's real beauty though is the extended metaphor that is the poem--exploring the erotic senses in sprinkles and scents and stirs and simmers. Delicious!
And thanks all for public comments on my post. The Yiddish/Hebrew references are not, I think, necessary to understanding the poem but I'll be back with definitions in case you wondered.
and maria, if you ever suggest to me again that you're not a *real* poet--and a wonderful one at that--I'll...uh...well--I'll throw a matzoh ball at ya!
posted today in addition to anna's swirly and terrific poem, already mentioned by Rybka.
svelte walker returns with the world is invisible, a lovely musing on the uncertainty of life. I love the images in this short rather ambiguous piece--is it god or a woman who has that long black hair? And how well I know the foolish feeling of thinking I know what I'm doing only to trip and fall.
Ice, I must know how you mean the word "spree," now that I've read four of your poems with this title. Spree 4 moves as fluidly as the river that I suppose is a metaphor for life flowing in concert with our struggles to accept its twists and turns. Only a poet with a powerful sense of language can move so musically through all this abstraction, and Ice nails it. It's rhythmic and so alliterative.
I liked both of jthserra's posts today, but preferred Spiced (the other is Primal Thanks), an erotic offering that reads like jazz to me, full of improvisational dips and turns. It's real beauty though is the extended metaphor that is the poem--exploring the erotic senses in sprinkles and scents and stirs and simmers. Delicious!
And thanks all for public comments on my post. The Yiddish/Hebrew references are not, I think, necessary to understanding the poem but I'll be back with definitions in case you wondered.
and maria, if you ever suggest to me again that you're not a *real* poet--and a wonderful one at that--I'll...uh...well--I'll throw a matzoh ball at ya!
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