'it's as though, up till then, I could read the poem as description and as
metaphor -- but then, suddenly, loudly, it became only description for me.'
I did intend for the last section to be loud and direct (to capture the
moment)but I hoped there was still some subtlety tucked away in there. I
will leave it for a while. Wouldn't be the first time that I'd overegged
the pudding.
Thanks for the comments.
Tina
On 3/22/06, Tina Bass <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> COMFORT ZONE
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> Red light.
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> One car next to mine.
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> Strange. I feel
> that I've been left
> alone in a room with a stranger
> and an awkward silence.
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> There is no point pretending
> so I stare
> long enough to know
> there's nothing worth lingering over...
>
> We're on green.
>
> Engine screams.
> Smoke trails like heavy rope behind him.
> Too close. Driving too close to the car in front.
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> Tina Bass
> 28 Stonewell Crescent
> Nuneaton
> Warwickshire
> CV11 4TA
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> 07957 564040
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