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Post by mfwilkie on Jan 27, 2009 17:49:57 GMT -5
All my paper poets have been shredded—
a puzzle of mumbles that now buffers glass
and pictures, holdings of another life re-
leased from the need of their immediacy.
Each room of concept and form, of sense
and offering, of sight and sound, didn’t pass
easily from concrete to stuffing, but we plan
to meet again, and when we do, one of us
will have a Spanish accent tattooed on both
ears.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Jan 27, 2009 18:08:43 GMT -5
That must have been painful...I like this, love the visual created. Where'd this come from? Cause I know you'd never shred your paper poets!!!
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Post by mfwilkie on Jan 27, 2009 19:03:07 GMT -5
Oh, but I did. Reams and reams of them.
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Post by Timothy Juhl on Jan 28, 2009 9:13:43 GMT -5
Another simple, intense poem, Maggie. I love the paper poets and the final line is a kicker. Beautifully rendered.
Tim
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Jan 28, 2009 9:44:23 GMT -5
Metapoetics in its finest form. Mags, I do think this is fine, fine poetry.
Sherry
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Jan 28, 2009 10:37:09 GMT -5
Great imagery, Maggie. Line 2 is beautifully assonant, and one of my favorites in the poem. (As well as the final line, and concrete to stuffing.) How about some bread, old friend?
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Jan 28, 2009 11:16:03 GMT -5
Knowing that makes the visual that much more powerful. I really like this poem, Mags.
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Post by antman on Feb 4, 2009 7:10:15 GMT -5
This is wonderfully composed Maggie, I too like your summation.
peace,
anthony
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Post by LynnDoiron on Feb 13, 2009 16:46:00 GMT -5
Good'un. Tattoo parlors abound in San Diego!
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