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Scorched porch
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PAPER PURSUIT
An ancient belltower straddles
Distant horizon of crimson clay,
Atop a mountain of madness..
We sought to escape the scorch
But have we found salvation?
Feet are blistered and bleeding
I re-read this again, and I
I re-read this again, and I am even more amazed. Your lines are shorter than Saint John Perse's, but no less evocative, and some of the vistas you describe are as haunting, and as well described, as his. Your tendency to raise more questions than you answer means your Poetry can never be pegged into a cubicle, but will always resonate to the reader, leaving the reader (and, right now, this reader) wanting more, a whole lot more.
Starward
Patricia has described the
Patricia has described the poem so well that the only thing I can add is that I agreed wholeheartedly with her remarks. This is an excellent poem. Your skill with compression is perfectly deployed here, but the depth of the tale it presents is profound.
Starward
Sharply-etched and highly
Sharply-etched and highly symbolic imagery tells a story of desperation and self-destruction. Your haunting images blaze in my imagination as I connect with the experience. Small poem. Massive journey.
Excellent.