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Patio 95

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Jun 2006 · Edited 30 Jun 2006 · 6 comments

As it runs through its repertoire, that flashing mimic bird moving from hit to hit smoothly, counterpoint the trees talk of storms rolling in from the dark west, the black locusts swaying, heavy and hushed and these hours of ease (unease) come undone, and even I-95's sullen roar sounds like wind rising like a sea.

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[10] ALChemy 30-Jun-06/2:22 PM Reply

Nice to see you around.

[9] Ranger 1-Jul-06/12:09 AM Reply

This is extremely effective as a 'waiting-and-foreboding' piece, stanza 2 in particular. 'Flashing mimic bird', 'dark west', 'black locusts'. All excellent. But, dammit, I've used reference to wind & sea in the poem I was going to submit today...I think I'll leave it for a while...
All round top stuff as is to be expected and like ALChemy says, I'm glad to see you around :-)

[9] Ranger › Ranger 1-Jul-06/8:55 PM Reply

I might as well post it, actually. We lost on penalties, therefore I no longer care for life, let alone poetry.

[n/a] ecargo › Ranger 2-Jul-06/12:29 PM Reply

Ah, poor Ranger. ;) I hope you emerge, unbowed, from the pit of athletic despair. Or at least get a poem out of it.

Hiyas, folks.

[9] amanda_dcosta 1-Jul-06/3:47 AM Reply

e-cargo... where have you been? I missed seeing you on PR. Good to see you around here now.... so howz life been and what's new other than this poem.

[10] wilco 5-Jul-06/8:05 PM Reply

Damn, I really like this and don't even know why.