Endless
And on we go
To end of shows
Where no applause
Cuts pause
In words
Like nervous birds
Now resting here.
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And on we go
To end of shows
Where no applause
Cuts pause
In words
Like nervous birds
Now resting here.
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September 27th, 2006 at 8:47 am
One to read aloud. I enjoy the stilted rythm of this… I’m going to read it again and listen to my voice dip and climb as it considers the applause, a pause, then passes on to birds and words.
It’s lovely, Stone. And you just know that I mean what I say.
I’m mildly curious that it bothers me not at all to consider what the poem “might be about” - I just delight in the shape and sound and swell of the words. And where’s the harm in that?
Thank you :o)
September 27th, 2006 at 8:48 am
And, Oh! Turn off the smilies, I beg of thee!
September 28th, 2006 at 3:39 pm
This one’s a grower :o)
“Now resting here” ~ what a wonderful, complete, tantalising last line.
Brava, Stone. *applauds*