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Glassblowers (Free verse) by Christof I am just a tourist.
I gawp as men behind a grille,
Paid to spend their lungs in glass,
Blow globes and bowls and jugs
And swans, each one the cask
Of someone's breathing.
In the shop
I cradle in my hands a life.
All breakages must be paid for
And I can't afford the price.
Up the ladder:
Fragrant Blossom
Down the ladder:
Office Worker angst
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Posted: September 19, 2002 2:24 AM PDT; Last modified: September 19, 2002 2:24 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.880797 Overall Rank: 1530 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.178.176.164
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19-Sep-02/8:06 AM
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Much tastier. I can't afford it either, but I'm the bull in the china shop.
do you need the first line? i son't think so...
You may be right. I know I ahd a reason for putting it there in the first place-some sort of idea of myself as a dilettante, a mere spectator. But I s'pose that's implicit in the rest of the poem.
I like the fist line. It sets the scene. I don't have to waste brain time extracting it from the rest of the poem.
I'll tell you something else, if poetandknowit reads this he'll have areal go at the swans. even though they're not even real birds.
Also, I think the poet is always a tourist. That's why we're able to write. I like you admitting to it.
Oh yes, I'm a definite tourist. I never get involved in anything meaningful.
Don't fool yourself, everything is meaningful. Even a good crap. Especially a good crap.
Especially first thing in the morning.
I agree with Zin. The first line is out of order within the structure of the poem and the title is enough to create the sense of the scene.
Nice poem, Crstf. I saw the glass blowers of Zwiesel, Germany, once. I have NO clue how they do what they do and would make one red hot gelatinous mess of it if I had to give it a whirl.
My morning Christof and one of my favorites!! Were you in Branson, Missouri. Glassblowers everywhere. Damn, you even have birds in glass, impressive. The last stanza is one of the best I have seen on the site! Excellent stuff! Now to the poo...
I never was there. These glassblowers were in Ireland. I'm surprised you didn't take a swipe at those fragile glass swans! But thanks very much anyhow. And hey there's a bonus new poem on here for the weekend, be sure to check it out.
you are a photographer with words. a tourist with a notepad. and now i read that you were never even there? telepathic-voyeur-sketchpad-in-tow-behin
Neat,precise but marred by the first line .I love the irony of the second stanza.
Really liked this one. Short and meaningful with great rhythm. One typo, "gawp" should be "gawk."
You make me laugh. You are Mr. Pig, aren't you.
Maybe not, unless you would purposely rack sack your haikus to rid the scent of us mad hounds and anny up on your poetic prose. Ah, who cares, you're a damn good poet regardless of who you are, or maybe not, maybe because of who you are. Listen children, I've had an epiphany, live life to the fullist, taste the good and the bad to know the difference, be a jack of all trades.
Hey, I'm no Mr Pig, I was here long before him. But thanks anyway!
I nearly took a fork to my eye after I read "Paid to spend their lungs in glass".
Is that good or bad?
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