JoelJosol Posted March 5, 2010 Share Posted March 5, 2010 (edited) The furniture was re-arranged in the same space. Don't expect any kaleidoscope likeness. But what does the pattern disclose to the viewer who just wants a seat in the sofa chairs and gets lost in their pillows? Pillory is not a play in words. It is war in peace time. Vocabulary furnishes the ammo. Cold metal, dead metal like the gun fire on the tarmac. It was perfect range but the picture puzzle dropped on the floor. His image on the glossy is not the real picture sure. But flipping coins forever will not alter things. Perhaps it is time to try this again. I need help to move that single-seater here. Edited March 5, 2010 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 5, 2010 Share Posted March 5, 2010 Joel, I can't quite get a firm grasp on the meaning, but I do get a sense of "changing," along with a state of out-of-control helplessness: But flipping coins forever will not alter things. I hope you can point me in the right direction as to content, as I do like the inexplicable sentiments the poem evokes. As to form, I will say that the poem has good rhythm and flow. The line breaks are right there, and I love the floor/sure near rhyme in the fourth and fifth couplets. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted March 13, 2010 Share Posted March 13, 2010 Hello, Joel. Finally to see you again on the board, with your wonderful poetry. It was been awhile and now your poem feels very refreshing. I loved this poem, as most of your poems. Nice to see you back, and I look for more of yours gems. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waxwings Posted March 13, 2010 Share Posted March 13, 2010 The poem entertains me by mistifying, and even though I find, in places, the diction departs from normative speech enough to be noted. As for flipping coins, I see it as a novel way to mark hesitation, indecision. Joel, will you let me know if I am on or off on that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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