Six chickens,
a scrawny tomcat,
and a plumeria.
A prickly pear cactus
next to the house
and a Dodge Polara
which hadn't run in years,
but the cat liked to sleep
on the dashboard
when the wind was cold.
He liked to carve
duck decoys
although he never
hunted
anymore.
He still liked the feel of a chisel
slicing through the wood.
She liked kneading dough
and hanging clothes
listening to him whistle
hoary songs that no one
played much,
anymore.
Another well written and visual poem. The past two have made me wonder at the how's and why's to your deciding the number of lines power stanza and when to bask a line. As with the rest of your work that I have had the good pleasure to read, this one once again flows smoothly.
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Another well written and visual poem. The past two have made me wonder at the how's and why's to your deciding the number of lines power stanza and when to bask a line. As with the rest of your work that I have had the good pleasure to read, this one once again flows smoothly.
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the lines break in a way that helps me to speak them. and to a degree, keeping the images together in stanzas. But none of this is hard and fast rules, it's mostly following my intuition. they are meant to be heard which i do at a weekly writing group that I've been a member for the last ten years.
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