Love the enforced pause at the end of each linear rhythm! Forces reflection and an accumulation of each thought leading to the final consequence! Wonderful!
Some of my poems are bundled in .pdf files named 'Word Anger', 'Loose Thoughts', 'Nose in the Wind', and 'To the Fly on My Sleeve'. For copies send an email to mikemcculley at reachone dot com, or via the profile, subject: E Book, specify which file(s), and I will attach them to a reply.
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..ur words like sparse pencil sketches ~ telling colorful pendulum stories..many thanks..
Love the enforced pause at the end of each linear rhythm! Forces reflection and an accumulation of each thought leading to the final consequence! Wonderful!
pause and catch.. pause and catch. Time and no time. I fell into your words. I'm still waiting to come out again. Thank you
I feel the pendulum stopping as I read. And I am halfway round the pond thinking, too. This poem captures winter for me. Thanks, Mike.
I especially enjoyed the last verse. It is much like that for me while I am sitting on my patio listening to the songs of the wildlife at the swamp.
I reread this with only the first lines:
I think fast
a winter morning
I walk half way
a marsh at dusk
still evocative, in fact I shuffled other lines in and out and got other eurhythmy.
What a nice walk ...
"a winter morning
the pendulum stops"
profound, indeed!
I enjoyed all of these, all little gems strung on a common thread
The songs are gone/ before I'm ready - such truth and so finely tied to bittersweet.
The walk around the lake on a winters day cooled my heels as I hurried to talk to the beat of your clock...I like this.
like each better than the one before, Mike.
love it... the simple things in life are what really count.. word by word... somehow less is more comes to mind...
You've captured time. Funny, I think clear when I have enough time. Ha-
Your sparse words weave together a wonder view on the passing of time. Love it.
love-bd
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