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  2. Tinker

    Music is no savior, but might be

    I love the fluidity of this piece. I wanted to sway to the rhythm. I don't care where or why, the images were places I'd love to see. I liked this poem. ~~Tink
  3. Tinker

    Stretching It Out

    Thanks Marti, I have been weed whacking, mowing and rototilling for the last 3 days and woke up almost frozen in pain this morning. I had to ease my body up and out of bed. I hate taking pills but took 2 Aleve and by the time I drank my first cup of coffee, my joints were pliable again. I wrote this poem while waiting for the Aleve to kick in. As they say, getting old is not for sissies. It's a little scary too. I'm 78 and still working but my best friend from the 3rd grade is showing signs of senility caused by a concussion, she can only focus for short periods, our phone conversations are very short these days. My high school best friend has Alzheimer's and I can't talk with her at all anymore. I almost lost my 84-year-old husband to senility after his heart surgery. Gratefully his was temporary. He had one of the quickest minds I've ever encountered and though it has slowed a bit after his 3-year recovery, during the recovery, he hallucinated, had no short term memory and couldn't focus long on anything. That was frightening. The form is from a weekly challenge at another website. Last week it was the Rictameter and this week it is the Cywydd Llosgyrnog. It was fun to play with rhyme and alliteration. The Welsh forms demand a liberal dose of both. ~~judi
  4. Yesterday
  5. dcmarti1

    Stretching It Out

    "come too soon" All surrounded by talent, expertise, and form. :) The non-apparent scheme (until I looked at your link) reminded me, at first, of Anglo-Saxon syllabic and alliterative verse. You used the form perfectly to get your point across.
  6. That winter wren sure is vocal! 😀
  7. Tinker

    Stretching It Out

    Stretching It OutThe subliminal stain of pain,reminder of stage, space and strain,returns again each morning,it's fetched and stretched and for awhiletells of life lived, a chosen style with fragile thread, a warning.Though my body, once quick and strong,with time has mellowed, not so wrong.My dance song, a playful tune, is slowed but rings of all good things and challenges that bring me wings.Still, stings from age come too soon. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Verse Form: Cywydd Llosgyrnog
  8. badger11

    A reluctant dog and dutiful owners

    Lovely in flight, but a little messy on concrete pathways!🤣 So much song for such a little bird: Thanks Tony. I've edited the ending towards your suggestion. best Phil
  9. dcmarti1

    Music is no savior, but might be

    A mix.....from a photo on the CD inside fold-out on a Bruce Hornsby CD. The photo was of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, but since my Navy experience was in Norfolk / Hampton Roads / Nedwport News....I fudged it. :)
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  11. David W. Parsley

    As One from the Snowfields

    Tony, I am humbled and gratified by this honor. The accompanying photo is so appropriate. It reminds me of a cliff face painted with similar petroglyphs in Utah's Capital Reef National Park, part of the Grand Circle that extends from Zion's NP out to Canyonlands NP and back to Grand Canyon NP. Truly a mythic area! Thank You, - Dave
  12. tonyv

    New Car Smell

    Can I borrow the car this weekend? 😁 Thanks for posting the follow-up! Tony 😀
  13. tonyv

    Music is no savior, but might be

    Music affects us in complex ways. This poem delivers a pleasing musical read. The silhouettes of sinking shadows/along the I64 through Hampton -- is that one of yours or from one of the songs? Tony
  14. tonyv

    Gallows

    I do like the mood in this poem, Marti. Lyrical pieces are my favorites. This one is short (as I like them), and it employs some pleasing poetic devices (e.g. the repetition/refrain). I, too, like the mention of the crusty bread and coffee, but stanza three's "deep Summer night" is what appeals to me the most. I can see, feel, sense the blackness and imagine the white buildings against its backdrop.1 The last stanza has a hopefulness to it. Doesn't it say somewhere in the Bible that all of mankind's institutions will be toppled? Tony 1.
  15. tonyv

    When in the Woods

    I have to say I love how you've applied the form. As for Frost, I think it works. Then again, I'm not a rhyme hater. I also think Frost is appropriate because the poem echoes of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." A very nice read. Tony PS -- While I do use rhyme from time to time ... ah, that wasn't intentional ... in my own poems, I can take it or leave it. It's just another poetic device, a tool, as far as I'm concerned.
  16. Some terrific improvements in the revision, Phil. I love all your changes, but I think the mention of acid detracts from an otherwise perfect poem. Perhaps just "The blue planet / weeps its tears into mud pools"? Just my humble take. So, what's your favorite bird? Mine is the ... (click the LINK to find out)! Tony 😄 (Best Bird Ever!)
  17. Tinker

    Come on Over

    😍 Yep
  18. tonyv

    Wild Eyes

    And Dave, thank you. I always appreciate your insightful remarks. I realized when I posted this that it was a bit disjointed, and I'm especially pleased that you found that the poem pulls together the disparate threads. I also find it favorable that you've characterize the occurrences as innocuous. Yes, there is regret and some longing (more of the former than the latter), but it's overwhelmingly as you have aptly put: a skein. Tony
  19. tonyv

    Wild Eyes

    Judi, I love your terrific observations about this on the placement of the rhyme, the bustle in the head/brain, and the self mocking buzz. I do appreciate self-depracating humor and am pleased you detected some of that in this. As always, thank you. Tony
  20. tonyv

    Wild Eyes

    Phil, I didn't have high hopes for this one. It sprung from a jumble of sources of inspiration which I could break down and explain verse by verse or when it comes to individual lines. But you've seen something in this of which, at first, I only had an inkling, something that has become more apparent to me since reading your reply: the big picture. As always, thank you for your kind reply. Tony
  21. tonyv

    As One from the Snowfields

    I think this fine topic should be promoted to the "Our Picks" module. To enjoy more of David W. Parsley's works be sure to visit "Notes from the Common Era" by David W. Parsley in the Longer Poetic Works forum and David's Member Archive topic.
  22. Tinker

    Deachnadh Cummaisc and Deachnadh mor

    Deachnadh mor in each line 2 words must alliterate. written with the last word of L4 alliterating with the previous stressed word. x x x b x x (x a) x x a x (x B) x x x x B x (x a) x x A x (x b )
  23. David W. Parsley

    As One from the Snowfields

    Tony, thanks for helping me reactivate this poem. I wanted to say that I appreciate you pointing me to the Heaney poem. It fascinates me. His sense of dark epiphany is palpable as he proceeds with difficulty through a world vanishing under a broad onslaught of snow. I followed your link the first time, but somehow missed his link to biblical events that were terrible and terrifying yet key to the salvation of an entire people. I am left breathless by its brevity and audaciousness, sure I have not yet grasped the hem of some fleeting garment. - Dave
  24. David W. Parsley

    New Car Smell

    Sweet! Enjoy! - Dave
  25. David W. Parsley

    Come on Over

    Tink's little corner of Heaven! Thanks for sharing! - Dave
  26. David W. Parsley

    Gallows

    Well selected details and nice use of refrain make the mundane a compelling backdrop to the political unrest. Combined with the age of the city and of a single living tree, it shows that the earth and all that is in it will continue. And what a title to go with that tree! Nice! - Dave
  27. David W. Parsley

    Some call it progress

    One never knows how relevant a poem might be when it is spread before an audience. Glad to hear Judi and her husband have come through their own ordeal. Keep sharing your insights, Marti! - Dave
  28. Tinker

    New Car Smell

    That New Car SmellIt's time to shop replacement car,mine died.It's loss enough to say, I cried,my star.The process finding compromise,betweenthe cost, my needs and beauty seen,my highs,my lows, emotions in the way.It's red!An SUV, all need be said. ~~Judi Van Gorder Verse Form: Shoe Laces Sequel to Trouble
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