Posted by Jai Narayan on August 24, 2004, at 20:43:49
In reply to poem ... Ned's Dead, posted by Atticus on August 24, 2004, at 15:27:03
You poem transported me to the edge of the coffin. You ability to do that is such a gift of crafting words.
your poems are a dance of words and images in an acending spiral.
The images pulse with life as they inhale... drawing the action in and then exhale in a release... 21 gun salute..inhale the children at the fence....out.
Is this the rhythm your heart beat?How do you know when the poem is done?
Do the images end?
How do you know a poem is coming? are they stimulated by outer situations or do they rise up unbidden?
Once again, loved reading your poem.
It's a great way to end a sucky day.thanks
poster:Jai Narayan
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