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requiem for the living
trees creak
to a white gale
axes ring
water falls
the waters rise
hunger circles
gated mansions
hands shaken
hands withdrawn
only the blind
hear the songs
of the phoenix
only the deaf
dream
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Thanks, Sophia. I guess I must be about happy with this.
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Comment by: Sophia - 2008-04-23 07:38
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| Not one word is wasted here, they are all chosen so carefully and used so delicately to make up the whole poem. Very lovely. |
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Thanks, Al. I prefer, in certain poems, to leave the reader plenty of space. I like the idea of your hopping from one interpretation to another. Hope I'm not implying that I revel in your predicament!
Cheers
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Comment by: alcarty - 2008-04-21 17:24
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| Strong imagery, Milner. The taste and feel and reality are in the moment. I spent a little time tossing the last two stanzas about in my mind, and still wonder at trading places with 'blind' and 'deaf'. Sometimes I like them better as you have them, sometimes I feel it more with the deaf hearing and the blind dreaming. Certainly very nice as is. Good work. |
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I regard the writing of each poem as an adventure, Orpheus, as much, I hope, for the reader/audience as for myself. If I make statements even, they are really questions - not 'this is so' but rather 'is this so?' Good to meet you here. Your poems are very interesting, and I will look further at them later, when I've more time.
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