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Peak Time (was Hustling Morning)


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the entrance

of the

 

parking lot

where

 

everything halts

except

 

in the glare of

headlights

 

two geese waddle

around

 

 

 

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the entrance

of the

 

parking lot

where

 

everything halts

except

 

in the gaze of

headlights

 

strut about

two geese

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An elegant little poem to soften those painful hours of early morning, Lake. (Well, they're painful to me, lol. I'm more of a night person.) I imagine seeing the geese while arriving at some job in some office park. (That in itself is another painful thought).

 

I like how your title says "morning," but your poem shows it. (It's unlikely geese would be waddling around at night.) Short and sweet -- this one's very WCW-like.

 

Tony

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goldenlangur

Hi Lake,

 

Sparse and well thought out use of language and words. I do like the unexpected gaze of headlights very much.

 

 

Thank you.

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Agree with all! A sparse moving scene- simple and yet conveying that sense of early morning when all begins;-) Beautiful!

 

 

DC&J

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Thanks everyone for your comments.

 

Tony, I'm greatful for your mention of WCW. And I borrowed your "waddling" in my edit. :)

 

Golden, glad you find the headlights unexpected.

 

Dr. Con, oh yes, a sense of early morning indeed.

 

Regards,

 

Lake

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Aleksandra

Lake, I like the edited version. Wonderful painted dawn. I love those hours sometimes, in the summer when I don't go to sleep at all, and I am willing to go in the yard and breath. Then everything looks different, and I enjoy the life of the birds those hours. I like how you presented early morning in your poem. Wonderful.

 

Aleksandra

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goldenlangur

Hi Lake,

 

I hope I'm not muddying the waters. In your edited version something has been lost here:

 

 

in the glare of

headlights

 

 

glare of headlights is more commonly used than gaze of headlights. I thought the unexpected gaze was a delightful image.

 

And here:

 

 

two geese waddle

around

 

 

Waddle about seems almost like a factual observation whereas your original strut was quite a lovely surprise and made the reader sit up and notice the image. Also, strut, gives a sense of an unexpected show for the onlooker.

 

 

 

As ever, these are just my thought for you to ignore or consider.

 

 

But your poem is a brilliant moment rendered in all its vividness. Sometimes, it is important to trust your own instinct about what works for you, the poet.

 

 

Thank you for posting both versions - the reader is able to compare and see how you poem has evolved.

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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