MyNecroticSnail
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- Joined
- Mar 31, 2006
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What was my score? 4.33 or something.
Well on to addressing the real comments:
you know goddamn well it's just a quatrain with two extra lines, and really you deserve some credit for it, along with Empson
and a comment from Tathagata:
Not crazy
about " fecund"...but that last line is perfect.
Nice work
Tathagata, your reaction is nicer than two others I showed it to. Fecund made them puke. Close to what I wanted. A speed bump.
This air. Cool on dry body. This breathing skin.
As a turtle ascends to the sun from the stream,
in a breeze, I reawake to fecund dream
of childhood; that time, with love, made thin.
As shadows narrow I escape the glen
as hollow as when I came in.
a pastoral demolition
I had a few good lines that were heading in a pastoral, metaphysical direction and I decided to do an 180 midstream. Line four I hoped could be so ambigious that a reading of with love could be bitter and sarcastic.
What you see is not what you get.
as far as the last line being perfect, probably not, but it was the best I could do at this time.
Despite me missing the boat, so to speak I thank you that left comments.
If any of you so-called crunchers and bashers wish to take a crack addict, it would be greatly appreciated. I will NOT accept any cheap PYSCH interps, however. All poetry is fiction. Laughs.
Well on to addressing the real comments:
WickedEve said:Forest reverie
by MyNecroticSnail ©
As shadows narrow I escape the glen
as hollow as when I came in.
This is a lovely poem. At first, I didn't notice the form. Sestet? Help me--I'm rusty on forms. For me, this is one of the best MNS poems I've read in awhile. Only six lines, so take the time to read it, please. And comment. It truly deserves better than what I can give it.
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you know goddamn well it's just a quatrain with two extra lines, and really you deserve some credit for it, along with Empson
and a comment from Tathagata:
Not crazy
about " fecund"...but that last line is perfect.
Nice work
Tathagata, your reaction is nicer than two others I showed it to. Fecund made them puke. Close to what I wanted. A speed bump.
This air. Cool on dry body. This breathing skin.
As a turtle ascends to the sun from the stream,
in a breeze, I reawake to fecund dream
of childhood; that time, with love, made thin.
As shadows narrow I escape the glen
as hollow as when I came in.
a pastoral demolition
I had a few good lines that were heading in a pastoral, metaphysical direction and I decided to do an 180 midstream. Line four I hoped could be so ambigious that a reading of with love could be bitter and sarcastic.
What you see is not what you get.
as far as the last line being perfect, probably not, but it was the best I could do at this time.
Despite me missing the boat, so to speak I thank you that left comments.
If any of you so-called crunchers and bashers wish to take a crack addict, it would be greatly appreciated. I will NOT accept any cheap PYSCH interps, however. All poetry is fiction. Laughs.