As a friend's mother once said, "the weather is weird." I thought she meant, in general, -- and that she was weirder than weather. Maybe she just meant that particular night, like tonight. Once, I had a female friend who said "I love pants." Not a particular kind, mind you, just all of them. What that has to do with the poem is unknown. I just had to get that out of my system. "Loose" is on purpose here; not a misspelling. Marriage. What to Say. You will see a "yes" and a ___ and ____, in here on purpose.
UNTOTALLED
just now can't say what sound oh
yes sleet on snow like music
spring half year off just last night
thought mercy death by snow peach
stop struggle pear droop two green teats so sweet no need nurse now rest come plum summer full dumb but wide thick mess wild silk tress apple one fruit deed done by deer aspen never hale free to loose last leaf sleep deep all tree skeleton now release
thought maybe you we I so long no peace might lie
on earth tinkle dirge song beam on sleet to snow
face to face new statue make
flakes fill wounds dark bruises stars make quaint with winter paint us shine past december remember small avatar hands on ancient frosted cake
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Hi Julie,you always write the most interesting pieces and all of them have been great to read.take care
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2009
This is very unique. Racing and darting and jumping. Poetic yet chaotic, full of impressions, beautiful and disparate images blending and bending across a synaptical sea of energy. Nicely written.
Julia, this a great dance, like the Cha Cha, not bad, with a cup of hot coffee liquer, and a studio to dance in, I loved it, of course I love dancing, especially the Cha Cha, thanks for a great morning.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
every interpretation limited only by the readers ability to conceive and ponder the possibilities -- a thought provoker Julie with wings to lift me skyward with images I can create on my own from your suggestive lines -- peace and love my friend - Jon Michael
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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I love this ode to alliteration...
deed done by deer aspen
never hale free to loose last leaf
Etc...
-gene.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
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