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Very different, but beautiful

Thanks Bob

We all wear fluorescent green vests, position ourselves 8 feet abreast. The undergrowth is knee high and we swing sticks as we walk, calling his name. The search leader has a walkie-talkie. She calls no smoking.It is quiet. It's three days since the boy's been gone, thirteen, good looking. This morn...

I hope this id about Trump losing. It's exactly how I feel

Thanks guys

Congrats to Mary McGowan. Great poem

None. I meant V2 was less telling than the original

In Tien Pho, I became God as if a slow fat worm entered my bloodstream, shedding its white offspring until I was infested with righteousness, quick like a pupil dilates. Then the Cong came in after the 82nd inoculated, chopped the arms off children, piled them ilke cord wood, inculcated the locals w...

I like this better. Despite it being longer, it's far less telling

I would think of concision. Many lines have the informality of being "telling". Too, the fart reference might be better placed in another poem. These two men have had so much written about the. This is the first poem Ive read about them together. Perhaps show through the eyes of those in attendance.

Fiddle with this more. It's a good premise, but it's too dependent on the last verse.

This was a pivotal moment in history. Beethoven's father used to wake him in the middle of the night to practice because he wanted Ludwig to be another Mozart

Thanks meenas

Thanks Bob.

Delightfully somber. I recall her from the movie about his life. She deserves this Bob
Nicely done

Shush up now, Marla Reardon,
We are found in a strange land.

Its architecture is alien and
they speak in an unknown tongue.

I told you I'd love you as best
I can and that's all there is to it.

There is no better bargain to be had
for a few dollars more.

What Billy said. This is a pleasant poem. Feminine and calming

Beggar's Lice First, the lush green tendrils make a basil rosette. Beneath the wither of summer she brittles, dispersing her little ones, the stickseed, onto the down of a doe's coat or between the ribs of passing corduroy, to be reborn as a mother on the forest floor. Original unpublished work, not...

Thank you very much

I accept for Beggars Lice

Thank you

Good work showing emotion. Last stanza with stare/angry/dark/meekly sums up the poem nicely

Splendid poem Bob.

Thank you

Ike personification of the fox. Reads to me as if N wishes to be the fox, escape for a bit. Nice feel, Billy.

.First, the lush green

tendrils make

a basil rosette.

Beneath the wither

of summer

she brittles,

dispersing her little

ones, the stickseed,

onto the down

of a doe's coat

or between the

ribs of passing

corduroy,

to be reborn

as a mother on

the forest floor.

meenas17 wrote: ↑

17 Oct 2020, 20:54

Love the yellow in the poem,
Might be they are found three times as ken puts it, I like them for that sake.
Perceptions differ, know Ken.
Back to see you all again in this forum,

Indeed. Lovely to see you here as well.