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[mfwilkie]

I can live without the hazing
from next door;

a genre of music
whose lyrics have no place

in loud; no place near
adjustments polished

with the idea
of someone’s death.

What fool would do
this to a writer

on a day
when the heat

from the sun
through the window

feels so familiar?

[Marion Poirier]

I like the tone and mood of this poem, Maggie.
I had to read it several times to get an inking-
but this is what I think is going on.

I take it that you have some noisy neighbors
that are disrupting your thoughts as you
are revising a poem about a death. I don't
know how the last few stanza's are relevant.
It may dawn on me after a while - how am I
doing so far?

M

[ramadevi]

A poetic rant, very well crafted!

Bravo.