Verse 1
When I was focused
On destroying my artworks, . .
Oh, No go!
Never heard I was lonely
Until they told me.
Verse 2
With a stranger I'm talking about
My leaky boat, running through
All the dirtiest curses I know. . .
This season's ferry crossing
Is under threat of closure.
Verse 3
A bunch of the pine tree pollen
Is flying in the wind;
I smell the forthcoming rainstorm,
Floating on the waves
Between the high and low tide.
You are lonely, and so you took out your leaky boat even though there is a threat of the ferry closing. You lift your nose to the sea air and smell the rain and the pollen. Achoo! Is that how they relate to each other?
I read and reread your three vignettes in some effort to relate the three. Unable to do so, I will just have to say that each one stands on its own, I think?
These have the quality of haiku or tanka poems, high intensity, enigmatic, intriguing, leaving much to the reader to sort out, or at least get the reader thinking. I like that.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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