Lovely the phrases in "FLOCK." Thanks for passing it around. I did not have
to grind my teeth to make a meal of it. Tasty thing. Here, the poet defined
as hurdy-gurdy fellow, cracking out the good stuff.
A forward and backward motion ran through the lines and seemed engage itself
and the reader all at once. The going to and coming from its meanings. A
journey of no small significance. Interesting the oscillation between subtle
mundanity ("the guidelines altered") and outright innovation (the verse's
closure).
Exciting, energetic, inventive. A matter of factness seems to echo well.
Though just quickly one comes upon a fanciful daring with "heart pounding on
birdsong."
That its literary qualities sustain the poem is undeniable. Still, holding
back on my side, as the poem's devices of matter of factness blending with
sudden fanciful exposition put me off.
Best,
oats and oats,
Ernest Slyman
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