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The Good Canadian This yuletide now is pulling you to deeds more than atonement, more than charity, and greater much than being for oneself; calls you to heap protection, free as snow, 'round all the hard divisions of men’s heat, though there, and there, and ever there again denials (of those deaths and stolen gold from teeth of life) still penetrate like spears and wound your wiser heart's humanity. This yuletide, hailing from another god, and hailing you, my friend, no less than me, has caught your voice and flung it back and on for relay of all other’s holy tongues in mood and gesture Gallilean—yes and no less Gallilean than the man whose voice, while hailing from another god and sparking carols healing of our rifts, could just as well have been your very own. |
Additional Notes:
For Arnie Wachman.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2006-01-06 08:14:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.37500
Mark you have caught a feature of a individual that I had not seen before. Over the years I have seen him in many different lights including the Troll, the ladies man, the joker, and one that enjoys life. You have given me a description that shows healing of ones spirit. I am glad you let me see the side you see of this individual. I have seen a change in him over the years and although I wouldn't want it to go so far is he is mellowing out...lol. Your poem is well written but is more personal so unless you see this feature and know this individual you can only appreciate the words you have written.
My favorite part of this is the following:
(of those deaths and stolen gold
from teeth of life) still penetrate like spears
and wound your wiser heart's humanity
This is were the depths of your writing really take hold.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.