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I needed to write something new for my poetry workshop. So I ate a bowl of strawberries and had freezing toes, then I wrote this, comments/suggestions/submissions for alteration welcome:
Winter Frost:
^
The
master
craftsman
wrought together
his construction Causing
needles to be soldered One by one
in certain fashion In the corner of the
workshop ( Read more... )
I needed to write something new for my poetry workshop. So I ate a bowl of strawberries and had freezing toes, then I wrote this, comments/suggestions/submissions for alteration welcome:
Winter Frost:
^
The
master
craftsman
wrought together
his construction Causing
needles to be soldered One by one
in certain fashion In the corner of the
workshop ( Read more... )
Comments 4
i particularly liked the tree.
(i am also looking forward to the synopsis..... i'm not quite sure i got out of it all that i should have....)
:)
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particularly:
It sat pining for the leaving behind of metal ancestors
And for the heat of the smith to be lost in the icy dawn,
Would it take on the scents and the call of the soil,
Or rust and crumble away with time, between the tall and strong.
that part absolutely nailed it for me. fantastic imagery. the link between the shape and the words is great; the meaning slowly reveals itself as you read it; i found it both satisfying and enjoyable. i know that this sort of adulation isn't really 'constructive'... but hey, deal with it.
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(and thanks)
How was the last of the mondays?
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