Hi Christina,
Yeh, I think you're right. The form, or the regular rhythm, seems too
orderly for a poem about something that's depicting chaos.
I guess form and content is a mighty subject to mention, tho, when we're
posting things about poems about poems!
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Earthquake, 1906 (first draft)
>Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2003 14:36:21 EST
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>Not at all sure about this one: an uneasy feeling that the form's in the
>way
>and the ending too easy.
>bw
>christina
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> Earthquake, 1906
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> They're dead - the silhouettes that walk in dust
> by Hammam Baths and shattered window glass.
> Snapped as they haul unwilling horses past
> the offices on Mission Street where gas
> leaks from a fractured pipe. Shot from the hills:
> a tower of flame enveloping the town.
> All blown - unsettled invoices and bills,
> old splintered toys, a cindery wedding gown.
> Reports describe the redness of the sun
> through smoke that blackens everything in sight
> as buildings crack and sway. No street cars run -
> the roads gape open. Day resembles night.
> The wrath of God was what they reckoned then -
> destruction far beyond the scope of men.
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> christina fletcher
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