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Experience is full of surreal meanings.
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A Lobby To Somewhere
A place where voices speak the boredom
Laughter cries for reward
And quiet patience of the doorman
Waits out the dampness of night
Longing for morning sun
A time when the lounge down the hall
Merges a piano's reverie with chatter
Where expectations take flight with the bartender's "last call"
A place where the faux library wall remains silent
Dust of disinterest forever accumulating
A lobby to somewhere
At times the welcoming space to dreams unrealized
The preparation for rewards at any cost
For others
The final check in
Life's baggage fatigue
Wearily at an end
A lobby to somewhere
An entrance and exit
Merely serving our journey
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
9/6/2012 |
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| Maybe you've just described purgatory? Reading this I get a feel of 'hotel', 'business building', 'library', a 'funeral parlor'. All-in-one, but really this reads to me as a 'station' as in 'on the brink of some kind of change', but not there yet. Many of your poems are brimming with riddle, and thereby do elicit repeated readings of each single write. These are chewy poems of hidden or foreign flavors. Many read through my eyes the way Bev Doolittle's camouflage horse paintings look. Spending a good amount of time with them is a prerequisite to 'seeing' them. ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
9/6/2012 |
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There are some great lines, such as "Laughter cries for reward." One would think that laughter was the reward, but not in this case.
"Dust of disinterest forever accumulating." I have sat there among the disinterest forever accumulating, and I know the look and the reek of the place.
Enjoyed, Odin.
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