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Repetition
by Debashish Haar
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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My dreambook effaces
itself before the last page,
as the words grow
and struggle
till the story ends.
There is no name
for this dream or struggle,
as all the words are grinded
letters that do not make
meaningful sounds anymore.
Copyright©2012, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved ®
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/23/2012 |
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some dreambooks outlives their usefulness ... it's then time to write a new one with letters that are orchestral ...
like the direction you took this one ... |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
1/23/2012 |
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| A recurring dream that has worn itself out with the playing and which, perhaps, our mind has trained itself to weary of before it now completes. The repeated "struggle" with those glottal double-gs makes me think of a strangulated birth and the good use of "grinded" to be sonically effective leads well into that final line that leaves us, as it were, with an empty stage. So good to see you here again. Do hope you're well. xx |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
1/23/2012 |
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Has a sense of entropy.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/22/2012 |
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I think that you share in this poem a timeless and universal theme (although sad) of this life/world, Debashish. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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