Sunday, October 26, 2014

Canoeing Comments

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a crestfallen swan passes,
the forest curtain, lovely drawn.
like me, but
perhaps just my reflection
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Daniel Y.
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Queeny Gona 30 May 2015

Reflections of this poem is So deep in nature. I liked the way you rendered your ideas in alluring words. Very creative of its type!

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Daniel Brick 27 October 2014

I have two friends, avid canoeists, who will love this poem. They moved to Portland for moutntain climbing. Alas, my dear friend Richard passed, but his widow still lives there - I will send the poem to her. Just for a moment my mind revolted against the fact of his death. I won't erase this. There was a reason for it... This poem strikes as another luminous poem like INVITATION. The events in the outside world are meshed with the interior monologue'. It's hard to say this prose, but inner and outer are no contradiction. They exist in tandem in the suspended moments of poem with the steady motion of paddling, the presence of water that solvent working on the speaker's mind, a kind of alchemy is happening herein.

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