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father Worked Nights (Free verse) by poetandknowit

father lived in a factory. he would pound, pound and pound all night long, never stopping, never saying why. Laugh and scream, pound and pound -- no lunch hour, not even a coffee break. Pound and pound, using the cat and mother for his steel.

poetandknowit 12-Sep-02/8:27 AM
Yes, I choose to write what I know and it does not have much to do with birds. And I think I do it effectively. The stuff is actually quite simple and I am not trying to thrust an artistic experience on anyone. I do not have any notions of the artistic experience, considering I am a journalist. I never make banal statements like "life sucks" or write depressing pimple poems about mundane overburdened subjects. And if you continue to write about birds, I will continue to make note of it. Love P&K.




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