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Island life That idiotic palm frond That drank my breath last night Drips its morning sweat, Gives me back the taste of me, Wakes my dust to the sauna. So, I still live. Never mind. Call me Jericho. Did I tell you? I rode the pampas, once, Stole on horseback A king’s daughter, Conceived two dozen sons, Conquered Troy. And Berlin. Did I tell you? It’s not like me to forget. Did I tell you? It’s not like me to forget. I walk my sanded street again today Beside my big blue gutter. No insolence to parry No deference to pay The moon will wax and wane On my word. My word is incandescent. Burn, I say to you. Burn, I’ll wait- Until you’re burnt right through. I cannot see one toucan today. How familiar. The horizon is as far away as ever. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-06-05 13:03:58
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.53191
Conceiving two dozen sons. Wow were you busy! I'm not sure if this piece has any truth to it
at all, but hey Mark, I can hardly understand it. Is that unusual? Going from palm fronds dripping
sweat to blue gutters is quite imaginative or brilliant. I don't know which.! I cannot see one
Toucan on my island today either. I do live on an island but we do have lots of Eagles, and Hawks,
and Jays, and sea Gulls...oh well I'm just blabbering on here. What I do really want to say is
that I enjoy trying to figure you out. Your mind is quite the enigma. I must see what other
critiquers had to say. I wonder - will I ever make it to first base?
Sincerely,
Arnie