Great imagery, but at the moment the writer's ego dominates too much for me
to be able to read this as poetry. I feel there's a topiary job to be done.
I like the galoshes stanza very much though I tend to think of poets as the
daft buggers who don't wear galoshes!
Best wishes
Helen
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From: Gary Blankenship <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, November 08, 2003 6:23 PM
Subject: The Poet Listing, to Starboard
The Poet Listing, to Starboard
Be forewarned,
tis time for another list -
the red and green of last night's venue,
sunset behind the Olympics,
the weather,
gunslingers and slickbacks,
football, leaves and starlings,
the weather again -
poems dead before a line written
where once I imagined
I breathed life into the most mudane,
ordinary subject.
On the net,
I read a discussion,
"What is poetry?"
full of quotes, classical references
and three dollar words.
Better to ask
what is a poet
and why does he wear
galoshes to wade puddles
left after last night's rain.
The list
floats wet and muddy,
dropped in a moment of inattention.
The homepage on hold until ???--- Writer's Hood, the best poetry on the web,
at http://www.writershood.com/ Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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