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something in the night
the other side
of evening
when cats screech
for copulation
and the sky
is broad with constellations
on a swing
of vast dimensions
joy
can be bought
in bars
cafes with water-pipes
or just
in steam-sweet
music
played
to hungry ears
later
a time
of navigations
from the bed
unbridled mind
and with
paint-brushes wild
life’s lively
on strange moving
sets
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Thanks, Freda. Sorry I'm a bit late in replying, but I've been recovering from a book launch do. It went too well for my good health!
Cheers
Milner |
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Comment by: fredav - 2008-05-10 12:04
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| i liked the cadence of the first stanza. i must've read it several times already. |
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Thanks, Al. I guess that wasn't the worst we had to survive!
Cheers
Milner |
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Thanks, Nicole.
it's always a big decision, Valerie, which style I pick for each poem. I've not an analytical mind, so the choice is rather instinctive. I guess it all comes down to content, pace, tone, and whose voice it's written in. Many thanks. |
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Comment by: alcarty - 2008-05-05 16:25
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| It takes me back, Milner, to coffee-house poets and a rudderless bunch who listened to whatever tripe was spoken on-stage, searching for ourselves. You have presented it well, and the imagery is true and the dilettante element just beneath the surface. I'm damn glad I survived and am likewise glad you chose to write of it. |
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