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Stabled With Centaur
Contributed by
ezmegreen
on
Thursday, 1st September 2011 @ 10:48:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Irrevocable steam-rose, glibe
Satyr shaman L.O.V.E. mine
Heat and want and throb and get
Coccooned fast-winding wintertime.
I set out famished, tender, lithe
Gathered pinpricks one and one
Feigned broken floated selfishly
Olden modern dervish done
And all wishes splayed, pokerish
Tiny, arrow, prize-beast, sage
Sturdy level, precious down-peg
Discovered love and ocean rage
Never lose dog/cat churlish
Soldier always heard and fined
Hog/cow turning goddess girlish
Nest, jest, glee, tilted lined.
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2011-09-01 22:48:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Stabled With Centaur
(User Rating: 1 ) by FlintHunter on
Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 07:50:37 AM AEST (User
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What really hits me about this dynamic poem is the non-stop rhythm you establish with all those punctuated, short, separated -- sharp -- words -- words that seem to be like a 'home' to you.
You achieve a continuous churning movement -- sort of like a racing-horse; (or a centaur)?
I appreciate the abstruse quality. I write many poems that nobody can understand -- at least not by the MEANING of the words themselves. In terms of understanding the 'plain' meaning of poems, it usually takes me many many reads. I respond to the thing as a whole... sorta...
It's my perception of the rushing-sound of your poem, the action, that I am trying to describe to you. It's like some sort of force that's over and above the words themselves.
To me this poem is like the wind.
--Flint
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