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Post by mfwilkie on Apr 15, 2008 21:07:02 GMT -5
The skin over my heart is hard bark,
a manifestation of protection caused by chance and change—
fog being the established color of the playground.
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Post by LynnDoiron on Apr 15, 2008 21:21:36 GMT -5
I love the textures of this; the ideas, too, I love. What I find I have a problem with is connecting Rockerfeller Center to the poem and the playground . . . What playground? And what does the title have to do with the incredible language in the poem?
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Post by mfwilkie on Apr 15, 2008 21:44:30 GMT -5
Think of playground outside the box, chicky. ;D
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Post by LynnDoiron on Apr 16, 2008 1:06:51 GMT -5
I tried. I like, no, strike that, love the language in this, but meaning isn't there for me. Maybe more poem? might be what I want? or something to fit with bark or or or? I'm probly the only person not connecting, so ignore me. Just wouldn't be doing you any favors if I didn't let you know my take -- right?
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Post by mfwilkie on Apr 16, 2008 1:55:27 GMT -5
Absatively posolutely!!
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Apr 16, 2008 17:06:33 GMT -5
I understand the playground but I have to agree with Lynn on "how does it relate to the title"?
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on May 13, 2008 10:33:30 GMT -5
the playground (i.e. your heart?) is the color of fog? constantly unable to see through the grey as a result of "chance and change?" That's my take and regardless of your exact intention, I feel the power here. Tina
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 13, 2008 10:36:38 GMT -5
I get the poem but miss the connection to the title. Isn't Rockefeller Station where they ice skate? Sorry, showing my lack of travel.
Sherry
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