Goofy, Bob, is the right mood to read many poems - it lets them rise and
fall with their natural ease. No pragmatic borders. It is the best way to
write 'em too, in my honey nest. Just as I believe Sheila let this one flow
out of her natural hive - without dictates of poetry school manifesto or any
such resistance. Bravo, Sheila, it is both entertaining and edifying (like
the old circus ringmaster used to announce).
-- Andrew
Agreed.
--Bob
On 20 September 2011 07:32, [log in to unmask] <
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> Hey, Sheila, I love the wordplay here (though characteristic of you), but
> so much else, too. This one really had me backing up sideways all over the
> place. I've been thinking of schools of poetry lately, which may be why I
> thought that here your poem grazed a whole many of them--unifiedly (because
> intervergingly). You done left me thinking of thought while sinking to
> sought in my flight to flought, which is not your fault--I just happen to be
> goofy today.
>
> --Bob
>
--
Andrew
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