tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post3669493114796586088..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Why I Wrote This Poemchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-67916788739877178732011-09-26T18:09:17.920-07:002011-09-26T18:09:17.920-07:00interesting use of the promptsinteresting use of the promptsSheilagh Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741333943021570641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-69403367327756631182011-09-22T15:13:51.864-07:002011-09-22T15:13:51.864-07:00I included the definitions just for the halibut.I included the definitions just for the halibut.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-85956328878999164152011-09-22T14:01:25.406-07:002011-09-22T14:01:25.406-07:00Berownie!!! splutter!
But, as this post has become...Berownie!!! splutter!<br />But, as this post has become a discussion of the poem and its vocabulary, I wonder why you needed to provide the glossary when some of the point of poetry is (I am told) to allow readers to find their own shades of meaning. <br />But, I must add, that in my own writing, I try to make my meanings crystal clear in the belief that poems are a way of conveying shades of meaning not possible in prose.Stafford Rayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03048757515249725540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-85047100522288989812011-09-22T10:55:02.867-07:002011-09-22T10:55:02.867-07:00"Words are fish." H'mm. I'll h..."Words are fish." H'mm. I'll have to mullet over. :-)Berownehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09524661173663604641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-13954379627566493252011-09-22T07:44:19.894-07:002011-09-22T07:44:19.894-07:00Slippery fish to catch and pin to the page..but yo...Slippery fish to catch and pin to the page..but you do..so well..JaeJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-91531930273190260672011-09-22T04:53:45.035-07:002011-09-22T04:53:45.035-07:00Erin, I am not so sure that the up side to words i...Erin, I am not so sure that the up side to words is all that much when everything wraps up. So many spiritual traditions call for silence, lengthy and disciplined, supported by community or by solitude. So as you say, What then?<br /><br />This is funny to say, of course, said by a poet with more that 1400 poems to his credit in just a few years. The manila folder with them printed out in order, more or less, mainly with six to a page, that folder is reaching its capacity.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-81009549874951059332011-09-22T04:47:38.635-07:002011-09-22T04:47:38.635-07:00Thank you, Jenn. I thought of posting it for you,...Thank you, Jenn. I thought of posting it for you, but the poem is not on your site and you said nothing about it. Good work.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-5019170956055606022011-09-22T04:34:44.014-07:002011-09-22T04:34:44.014-07:00words are a part of our human movement, aren't...words are a part of our human movement, aren't they? they are silver threads which sew us loosely to what lies on the other side. what if we had no words? what then? music? yes. and pointing fingers with big eyes, look, this rock! look, this tree! look, this love!<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-26834070404112783682011-09-21T21:47:01.842-07:002011-09-21T21:47:01.842-07:00My heart races
It's not a dull drum
It pounds ...My heart races<br />It's not a dull drum<br />It pounds inside my chest <br />The beat resonates throughout my bones<br />Your complacency is daunting <br />You meet my pounding heart with a yawn<br />How can this be?<br />Your interest , your passion<br />Is it not the same as mine? <br />A dark watery sadness floods my soul<br />A realization that I learn from the flash in your eyes<br />Dark evil and meant to be alonejenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03919435443218920704noreply@blogger.com