eclipse Posted April 11, 2020 Share Posted April 11, 2020 frozen applause of ghosts released, They pass through the needles eye As the moon makes four hundred Stitches to bind Plymouths pages of History. Local people are led in celebration to find themselves on Hidden stages being watched by Ghosts catching echoes of four hundred Rounds of ovation. Seasons stand in Line passing forward a glass of wine, Autumn moves out of line to sing bringing Visions of the past to the eyes of spring, Certain hours briefly flower, Summer Imbibes as they crystalize, winter watches rain dance, shadows of history Romance Plymouth for memories. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 11, 2020 Share Posted April 11, 2020 Incredibly musical, especially: 2 hours ago, eclipse said: ... Seasons stand in Line passing forward a glass of wine, Autumn moves out of line to sing bringing Visions of the past to the eyes of spring, Certain hours briefly flower, Summer Imbibes as they crystalize ... I love the title, the poem, the experience. Would this be Plymouth in the UK? I grew up about thirty minutes from Plymouth, Massachusetts. 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...
A. Baez Posted April 18, 2020 Share Posted April 18, 2020 The intense, tightly-packed musicality, which is arresting, caught me rather off guard at its sudden appearance about halfway through the poem, which almost seems to have two separate characters, split down the middle. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 2, 2020 Share Posted May 2, 2020 On 4/11/2020 at 7:46 AM, eclipse said: Ghosts catching echoes of four hundred Rounds of ovation. Seasons stand in Line passing forward a glass of wine, Autumn moves out of line to sing bringing Visions of the past to the eyes of spring, Certain hours briefly flower, Summer Imbibes as they crystalize, winter watches rain dance, Barry, A seasonal treat~ as others have said "melodic" This is a poem in itself. I just referred to the style of writing that seems to be emerging in your work, the space after the first line and the long fingers sticking out of a fist. I'm wondering, is this something you are developing as a signature of your work? It was more a stumbling block for me in "Virus" than it is in this poem. The space after L1 was effective in this piece. It kind of set the stage. I'm still not convinced on how effective the long fingers are. Just one person's perspective. Use what helps, ignore the rest. This is a nice piece. ~~Tink 1 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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