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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 14, 2009 7:47:52 GMT -5
My days and nights were tossed. Lost? The meaning of time. The need to wear a watch. My life had shrunk from the world to six lines on a page as time grew smaller still, caught in rhythms of wordy things, their endless combinations, their selfless seductions, the need to face a cordoned off spring.
So I shelved the artificial progression of life, shook loose any fractional anguish at its loss and heaved myself into the serious silliness of wayward phrases and left the final period deep inside the pen then slept well knowing at least Rilke would be pleased I'd chosen me to hang with.
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Post by dmtimney on Mar 15, 2009 8:17:20 GMT -5
See....Two Shores
Mucho Hugs, ~D
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Mar 15, 2009 10:19:00 GMT -5
I like this on the whole, Maggie. I was bumped by the last line in S1, lost in trying to relate it to the rest of the verse.
In S2, perhaps you might omit the second "and" of "and left," instead using the dreaded gerund, "leaving." (With a comma after "then") Reads smoother to me that way.
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