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Started by goodwordediting · 9 months ago
You get a poem called “Garden of Stone and Flesh.” My attempt at blank verse for the time being.
Garden of Stone and Flesh
Frankie and Fran divorced and left a villa
in a culdesac. Franââ¬â¢s weekend work bought the wrought
iron fence, each bar ... Continue reading »
Garden of Stone and Flesh
Frankie and Fran divorced and left a villa
in a culdesac. Franââ¬â¢s weekend work bought the wrought
iron fence, each bar ... Continue reading »
2 years ago
body fall in the truck with a crash of dust."
I love this... how crashes are supposed to be loud and heavy, and the dust is silent - but it floats away to infiltrate other places.. I don't know what I'm trying to say, I just love the image. This is great.
2 years ago
2 years ago
in a culdesac. Fran's weekend work bought the wrought iron fence, each bar topped with a bulbous spike.
There's a whole novel in that one line. But I have to ask, where did this come from?
2 years ago
The poetic answer is that this poem must have come from the same place all "new" creation comes from—that same "Heav'nly Muse" who helped Milton sing
"Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat..."