Cacophonous creation done its speckled surface sparkles darkly lying 'longside weaver's wonders waiting for due praises The ooo's and ahhh's pass by alighting lightly on the woolen works of tapestries so tightly-twined now lying limp beside us I shuck my clumsy gauntlets and let fall my apron with a shrug I mop my brow and ask the sun why no one wants an iron rug
Leo, I'm a bit late getting here. Charlie, on reading one of
my things, suggested I read your Lament of the Blacksmith.
I'm glad she did. I like it and plan to read more of your work.
-gene.
I'm surprised at how few reviews this masterpiece has received . . . are the literati wearing blinders or are they on vacation?! This is a piece of Americana here, people . . . embrace your culture!! Give this man his due. Great write, my compatriot, and I am not given to idle praise!!
Wow! This was pure art in motion! Great poem structure. the singling out of the first letter in bold just makes the whole poem come at you in 3-D. Absolute great write!!
I would buy it for its folk art value. Superb poem of the blacksmith trying to be creative. My great great grandfather, was a blacksmith for a Wisconsin regiment in the Civil War. We have nothing written from him.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
my things, suggested I read your Lament of the Blacksmith.
I'm glad she did. I like it and plan to read more of your work.
-gene.
CIAO
Cheryl
Sunniest,
Deborah
Mel
Be safe,
Karen
Ron
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