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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Personal sound and form poem
A brutal catastrophe drops, even fate. gruesome. hate irates. Join? Kind? lover? mother? niece? other? people question. response? sincere. tears unveiled. vanished. X= your z.
There is something quite gripping about this poem. It brings me back to 9/11 and similar tragedies. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI like the way that "lover", "mother", and "other" rhyme. It really helps to make the theme of your poem hit home.
ReplyDeleteYes, Daedalus, I agree. And the fact that those words aren't forced and feel natural is especially strong.
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