I read the 3 short ones, long poems daunt me so I usually circumvent them.
What caught me about the trio of short ones was a certain distinction of language all 3 possess. Perhaps that fact alone will induce me to alter custom and tackle the longie.
In all 3 you are speaking at a higher level than most will find within grasp would be my guess.
I'm glad David put you up in the lights.
I also listened to your podcast with David. That was harder going, in part I think because your voice has a bit of gravelliness to it, which, combined with your speechspeed during the exchange, may explain why many words didn't come through to me. C'est la vie I guess.
En bref, hope to see you here again.
As a gift, in a separate reply box under this, if I can make it magically appear there, I'll include something by me, one which still represents my best advice.
I liked these poems. I thought the shifting rhyme scbemes and the subdued islands of the end rhymes contributed to a tone of reflective calmness. The rhymes and the rhythm never cross into boisterousness. The aural restraint of the sounds draws the reader into the poetry's universe of restraint.
I read the 3 short ones, long poems daunt me so I usually circumvent them.
What caught me about the trio of short ones was a certain distinction of language all 3 possess. Perhaps that fact alone will induce me to alter custom and tackle the longie.
In all 3 you are speaking at a higher level than most will find within grasp would be my guess.
I'm glad David put you up in the lights.
I also listened to your podcast with David. That was harder going, in part I think because your voice has a bit of gravelliness to it, which, combined with your speechspeed during the exchange, may explain why many words didn't come through to me. C'est la vie I guess.
En bref, hope to see you here again.
As a gift, in a separate reply box under this, if I can make it magically appear there, I'll include something by me, one which still represents my best advice.
A Brief Alarm
Like everything, this too will soon be lost,
Forever out of sight and out of mind,
A brief alarm resorbed into the sum
Of passing things that leave no trace behind.
For its duration, it would summon all
To a restraint heroic—to be brave
Beyond all generations gone before,
And make a sacrifice more sure to save:
To starve the ground, and lay no further feast
For bloated Earth's unflagging appetite,
But be content to plow redemptively
A barren field in which no seed seeks light
And make your plots the last wherein to toss
A harvest raised for neverending loss.
My latest apothegm:
Distrust every Buddha who never descends from the mountain.
I liked these poems. I thought the shifting rhyme scbemes and the subdued islands of the end rhymes contributed to a tone of reflective calmness. The rhymes and the rhythm never cross into boisterousness. The aural restraint of the sounds draws the reader into the poetry's universe of restraint.
Mute Opinion
I
I traversed a dominion
Whose spokesmen spake out strong
Their purpose and opinion
Through pulpit, press, and song.
I scarce had means to note there
A large-eyed few, and dumb,
Who thought not as those thought there
That stirred the heat and hum.
II
When, grown a Shade, beholding
That land in lifetime trode,
To learn if its unfolding
Fulfilled its clamoured code,
I saw, in web unbroken,
Its history outwrought
Not as the loud had spoken,
But as the mute had thought.----T.Hardy