Monday, November 6, 2017

A KIND OF FORGERY Comments

Rating: 5.0

I take your verse,
slit it with my pen
to see what's hidden
in its deep inside,
then I flip it over,
to winnow out
the secrets that
cower underneath.

Your thoughts
I transmogrify,
stripping them back
to a primitive form,
then I cloak them
in another lexicon,
hanging a new flesh
on older bones.

Each phrase matters
if not each word.
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Nuala Ní Chonchúir
COMMENTS
Bill Cantrell 06 November 2017

Wow, this poem is a precious gem! Your terminology of phrases is pure genius, the thinking process involved to deliver like this comes from the highest level of poetic skill! ! Your last two lines is a fantastic summary of what you achieved in this poem....each phrase mattered in your poem, Each word was clothed in perfection, bravo my friend! ! !

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