by Dawn Richerson
Monday, August 30, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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An old, electric fan circulates
the muggy air. Its
fills my mind
with the disconcerting sound
of a brigade of super-sized flies
or the chopper that lands
on the battlefield
where I lie bloodied and
clings more to me
than the humidity.
I stare into
of North, South, East, West
to a blur
that sucks me,
willing, wandering soul,
with winds of change.
Where is Autumnís
of separation and
eddies of forced air
fail to cool
or revive me
from winterís loss
of hope and you this
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|Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
|ugh the humidity is the worst... I can deal with the heat but not the stickiness... this poem works really well with the imagery of the fan... that just spins without cooling...|
|Reviewed by Ken Becula
|wow, misty autumn lady poem, watching leaves and trees fall,
and the other out of reach, beyond the branches and the garden.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Searing pain and detachment abound in this vivid and potent write , Dawn...
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Reviewed by jude forese
|powerfully penetrating and well sculptured poem ...|
|Reviewed by Beth Elaine
|unique symbolism--I like the way the fan is connected to all those feelings.|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Excellent write. I love the "super-sized fly" image! Great style as well as content.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Dawn this has such depth,yet it seems almost surreal,
and full of emotion at the same time. A rich mixture of
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|very nice flow to this, moved nicely from fan to chopper...from space to space, time to time. i like it|
|Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
I liked all these, and they most certainly did seem to speak to a center of me, I suppose like the fan itself constructed, with a rolling center. The first one showed allot of imagination, to sa the utmost least, witht the the chopper, I liked particularly the second one. "flowered blades", "blended to a blur" and also I did like wondering soul too although many might claim it cliche ish, I liked it right there. and it also had passion in it, and honesty, ty Al