Friday, February 17, 2006

Vanishing Point Comments

Rating: 4.7

I stare through plate glass with a painter's eye.
Horizon's treeline holds me rapt;
drawn to a small clearing between walls of trees:
focal point: a huge denuded oak with widespread skeletal branches.
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COMMENTS
Gregory Gunn 02 July 2006

An evanescent glimpse captured for a moment in an artist's (in the case a poet's) mind, with even minutiae being considered in the overall picture. 'Distance denies each blade of grass, creating flowing fields / all trompe l'oeil, an illusion, seamless sea of verdancy' are two lines that stood out for me. Your choice of lengthy lines enhance the poem's effectiveness; finding a focal point in the vast panaramic view.

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Raynette Eitel 25 February 2006

This is excellent, Hugh. Nature wins, after all. Your descriptions are vivid and your interlude about what an artist might do to your scene is jarring. Perhaps not a real artist...but a commercial one, hmm? Raynette

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kskdnj sajn 18 February 2006

A great poem Hugh, diverse is the perception of evey being, and poetry offers beauty through nature..we are after all just that. Loved the imagery offered here. Thanks for sharing, Angie

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Julia Klimenova 18 February 2006

It's feast for the eyes. Great poem. Julia

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Gina Onyemaechi 18 February 2006

Rich, flowing, dreamy, and so gently sad. A superb piece of writing. Take a 10, Mr Cobb. With warmth, Gina.

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