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Atlanta to Albany

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Jul 2002 · Edited 24 Mar 2003 · 3 comments

Standing still in watch are trees Who quietly wait this pale cold night For in the south a heart heads home By wings who yield a timely flight With lasting winds smooth like felt A wintery blue keeps warm a land The currents so true now in breath Hold close and dear a traveled hand Shimmers of shadows pass low but near These tides they pass through plains and coast For high above a smell like mist Knows well a heart who grows in pulse Pushing far the air between A wind by side lets go its grasp Stillness brings a family near And for their guest a home at last

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[8] livingcanvas 1-Sep-02/10:14 PM Reply

this is by far one of the greatest works i've read on here yet. unfortunately, having just read a suggestion you made about how people who don't write 'as well as others', should not be allowed to post as often or as much work as those who do, by which i presume you meant yourself, can post their works. i am both amazed and ashamed. i thouroughly enjoy your writing, and yet despise your idea and the pride behind it. it doesn't take a silver tongue and 8 years practice to come up with a good poem. it takes a simple cooperation between the brain and the heart. and my friend, even the slowest of 6 year-olds can accomplish that. i will judge your work fairly, but if given the i would not judge you the same. 8/10

[n/a] powerline › livingcanvas 10-Dec-02/8:41 AM Reply

This was a while back, but your comments deserve a response.

Your presumption is off. I'm a 100% hack at poetry with a certain lack of spelling acumen. If anyone should be limited in their postings it should be me.

What I was after in my suggestion is the notion that those who use this sight in a negative hostile manor should be limited. Those who spew out pure garbage for the sake of it should be able to do so, but only in a limited sense.

Anyone should be able to post their heart's effort. Its when the effort speaks more towards a blatant misuse of the english language under the guise of poetry that I have a problem.

Those who speak with their hearts and mind are excluded, no matter how long they've been crafting their words. Crafting is the operative word here, far far removed from the mindless rhetorical masturbation I make refernce to.

[8] Frass 24-Mar-03/1:40 PM Reply

SHEESH, finally, a real poem I can enjoy. Since I may be traveling to Albany (alBENNee, where my sister was born) via Atlanta, soon, this poem got my attention. Good for you, Pwrln, we need more of your sort on this site. I edit writing for a living, I'll help you out...it's 'reference'.