tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post6497044430295561097..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: Waste wordsElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-7629503027279871272014-04-21T10:54:12.934+10:002014-04-21T10:54:12.934+10:00"I am must" ... so much for my proofread..."I am must" ... so much for my proofreading skills ... pardon my rewriting - no critique was meant - just a way I have - I rework other people's poems to see what happens. It's rather the way I rework my own poems, especially older ones with which I've lost touch. Glenn Ingersollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10674475308395975995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-15418502404876041062014-04-20T22:46:13.599+10:002014-04-20T22:46:13.599+10:00And the words find purpose in the emptiness.
Enjo...And the words find purpose in the emptiness. <br />Enjoyed..<br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-57507788600041439842014-04-20T22:46:08.404+10:002014-04-20T22:46:08.404+10:00And the words find purpose in the emptiness.
Enjo...And the words find purpose in the emptiness. <br />Enjoyed..<br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-54736535662755633712014-04-20T21:09:24.740+10:002014-04-20T21:09:24.740+10:00Strange; very strange. I went to Good Friday worsh...Strange; very strange. I went to Good Friday worship this year (as usual). But the thing that struck me was that there were simply way too many words in the service. I wonder if I will feel that way later this morning. <br /><br />Easter blessings, Elizabeth. (And Bear hugs from Canada.)Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-8484252077465266462014-04-20T14:15:25.640+10:002014-04-20T14:15:25.640+10:00Most people think that real poetry these days shou...Most people think that real poetry these days shouldn’t rhyme. I needn’t rhyme but rhyme can be used to powerful effect. If used sparingly. This reminds me of a nursery rhyme and I’m sure it’s deliberate. And that kind of soundscape is a set-up. It triggers a mindset. Childhood is when we first learn to write. It’s when we first learn both the power of words and also their powerlessness often when we need them the most. I wrote a series of poems a while back—they’re all included in the book of mine you have—called ‘Advice to Children’ and the reasoning behind all these poems (they didn’t rhyme but they could easily have) was to present truths in the kind of language that young kids could get but weren’t ready to grasp which is what you’re doing here. The poem appears simplistic but its undercurrents are not.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-60576791395136212032014-04-20T12:37:03.112+10:002014-04-20T12:37:03.112+10:00I am writing in a hurry,
writing to throw out
what...I am writing in a hurry,<br />writing to throw out<br />what has no sense or purpose.<br />I am must scream, simply. Or shout.<br /><br />I am throwing at you<br />what's fit only for the bin,<br />what's waste,<br />what's din.<br /><br />And until I decide I'm done<br />I'll just keep right on.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Hm. My poetry group meets tomorrow night and I didn't have anything I wanted to hand around. Maybe now I do. (I'll credit you.)Glenn Ingersollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10674475308395975995noreply@blogger.com