I want a poem that I can live in without
the barking dogs of dissatisfaction and
disillusion disrupting the otherwise peaceful
afternoon of it. I want to create that other-place
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you have staged a wonderful poem reading (and writing too!) show here, Christine...a complete write where in your inside feelings beauitifully spilling out...10
marvellous....i will give you a salute that i wish someday someone will give unto me after reading my work...its the feeling of warmth that grows inside, spreads gently suffusing your soul and your mind and giving your eyes that tingly heavy feeling that tells you youve been lulled into a state of memeric satiety....for that warm gentle soft carriage away into the land of soulful silences....THANK YOU.
Chris, there was some noise when I started reading your poem. So, I turned off the air-conditioner, then the TV, and all was now quiet. I got up, got a bannana, pealed it and started eating and reading. I got so absorbed in the reading the bannana fell off my hand and I didn't pick it up till I finished, so absorbed was I This is not only poetic, it's poetry breathing life into humans making us truly human. It is a poem that folds then spreads out its wings in soaring flight, gently landing on a hungry soul feeding it with salads, steak and wines - all you can have. I'll save this and read it again in moonlight in my village out in the field, in blod print. It's astonishing! Mark.
your poem reminds me of grenwich village in n.y.c. many years ago when people could read their writings and be-applauded thanks for the memory. i just adde another one tonight called 'my worst enemy' if you have the time please rate and read it. thanks in advance. i rate yours a10.
A very intimate work, Christine, and worthy to be read in that coffee shop. You have created what you wanted, for the time being. ;) 'the barking dogs of dissatisfaction' is a classic metaphor.