Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Your poor drama

How many acts will I have to endure?

Will the repeated sword falls be your undoing?

Hell, Romeo and Juliet only died once

My interest is rushing out with it's crumpled playbill

Let the curtain fall

5 comments:

  1. Oh Peaceable kingdom!
    Why do those words come to mind? Perhaps they could be your title. Don't you think they would do? They have the same height of drama as the piece, and capture the spirit of your desire to be done with *it*.

    You know which part captures you, the "Hell", it snips right off any over sweetness. You refuse to be part of the nonsense.

    I have been unable to comment on your previous poem. It just left me speechless.

    Here is a teeny tiny poetic thought that woke me this morning.

    i have realized
    for the first time
    this morning
    that there is no
    sadness
    in the sound
    of the night rain.


    take care Love.

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  2. i have realized
    for the first time
    this morning
    that there is no
    sadness
    in the sound
    of the night rain.

    Your words are brilliant!

    I have thought this so many times and never had the wherewithall to write it. So simplistic and the depth is beyond words itself.

    I wondered what you thought of the other poem. I've been moved to write more barroom poems. This weekend inspired me to do that. Penny Lane in Richmond is a wonderful English pub without being patronizing. Hell, It was a seedy bar like the Garrett I used to hang out in back in Charlottesville.

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  3. Thank you. I usually find rain rather sad, but at night the sound is just...healing.

    I wrote a longer rambling piece i should send to you.

    Your other poem was warm and warm making. I just could not think of a way of commenting that did not seem flirtacious. Still can't.
    Sometimes words do fail.

    Keep those poems coming! They are inspirational for me. Believe it or not I am still thinking of I know you spent your night searching for me. I have written an essay around it, and I am still pondering.

    It is a tragedy that we do not live closer. We could meet at Penny Lane and shoot the poetic shit.

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  4. and what is up with the time on your blog? it's all wonky.

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  5. I would love to read it. I'm honored you wrote something based on my work. I look forward to reading it. I will have to write you and tell you about the circumstances of that poem. Oh, and i think the time is fixed... I had it set to Pacific time.

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