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Post by mfwilkie on Jun 28, 2009 20:03:04 GMT -5
Two poets in the zone; they battle sound and line mechanics to achieve intent, solidify their place near Shakespeare's well- known pocketbook.
Beyond the trebled reach of choirs, true North and South draw lines to wrestle stresses and their best guesses on how the story flows inside the poem, inside red bricks that know this business never ends.
How great that one of them knows when to leave the room.
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on Jun 29, 2009 8:57:10 GMT -5
fantastic 'exit' line, if you'll pardon the pun..lol. This is just wonderful. I can picture the whole thing, both literally and intentionally. Good one!
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Post by Marion Poirier on Jun 29, 2009 18:36:43 GMT -5
Maggie, the air can get volatile when two poets disagree on approach - but in a forum like this one - we make suggestions and comments and the point is to explore other possibilities or as I like to say, food for thought. Discussion is helpful, as long as one remains open minded. I think we need to be able to laugh at ourselves and not take everything seriously. Life is short. Love your last lines - one has to learn when it's time to butt out. This is a poem we can all relate to. Excellent! M
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Post by mfwilkie on Jun 29, 2009 22:08:28 GMT -5
M, Tina,
Glad you both liked it.
Maggie
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