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by Gyppo
Sat Jun 06, 2020 12:07 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Castle/Warehouses In The Sky
Replies: 1
Views: 12

Castle/Warehouses In The Sky

Castles/Warehouses In The Air Every week a different folded plastic bag, rustles through my front door, raising memories of real mail. It uncurls slowly, spreading itself like some wanton begging me to fill it. I wonder at the logic behind this, the charity used clothing collection. How can we ever...
by Gyppo
Fri May 15, 2020 2:35 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Distraught
Replies: 8
Views: 283

Re: Distraught

In a nutshell...  The trouble is, as 'creative types', we have a permanent distraction just a whisker away from over-riding our current activity. At much greater length...  (Will take a while to wade through.) Most of us have learned not to suddenly flip into creative mode whilst driving, crossing a...
by Gyppo
Thu Apr 02, 2020 3:55 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: this ones called Cynthia
Replies: 9
Views: 4283

Re: this ones called Cynthia

An impressive intro. As a former postman/mailman I met all too many of these lost souls waiting for the letter/package which never came. As a counterbalance I also had one little old lady, in the early 2000s, burst out through her door to hug me, eyes sparkling.  "Darlink!  That letter you delivered...
by Gyppo
Sun Mar 01, 2020 9:15 am
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: True Story
Replies: 21
Views: 15633

Re: True Story

Deb wrote:
Sun Mar 01, 2020 4:38 am
There are times when I feel words escape ...
 
Or Rita stole them.  If she stole valued treasures she'd probably not hesitate at words ;-)
by Gyppo
Tue Feb 25, 2020 8:13 pm
Forum: The Commons
Topic: Colm Wins Poetry Contest!!!
Replies: 6
Views: 7671

Re: Colm Wins Poetry Contest!!!

I enjoyed the whole thing, but my four favourite lines, a mini poem within the whole, were these...

We're family, and we break things,
it's what we do.

But you evolved too quick
and you've broken them too fast
.

Gyppo
by Gyppo
Thu Feb 20, 2020 2:09 pm
Forum: The Commons
Topic: Submission statregy?
Replies: 8
Views: 9439

Re: Submission statregy?

It's a sad fact that most editors won't give feedback.  Their job is to find stuff which fits their magazine, not be an unpaid guide and mentor.  If an item jumps off the page at them,  and fits nicely into their publishing plan, they'll ruthlessly discard another piece they may have been considerin...
by Gyppo
Thu Feb 20, 2020 1:47 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Enough
Replies: 25
Views: 13339

Re: Enough

Coming to this late because I've been incommunicado for a while.  (A few small but irritating glitches when switching to Windows 10.) Oddly enough I took away a different impression from this at first reading.  I pictured a woman going to an 'exit' clinic in Switzerland to 'take the poisoned chalice...
by Gyppo
Wed Feb 12, 2020 3:28 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Steps
Replies: 22
Views: 11660

Re: Steps

Maybe the freak unexpected nature of his death deserves a poem of its own.  Maybe something about a bright and fragile man-made butterfly, the vehicle of an old man's dreams, cast casually aside by capricious nature.

Yours to play with ;-)

Gyppo
by Gyppo
Wed Feb 12, 2020 3:22 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Two poems: Blackthorn, and The Drummer
Replies: 8
Views: 3327

Re: Two poems: Blackthorn, and The Drummer

AJ:  The Drummer one provided its own rhythm.  There was a particular pattern of drumbeats the protesters used almost as a signature tune.  I can still tap it out on my desk or any handy surface to this day.  Sympathetic drivers on the old bypass used to beep it out on their horns. Visualising Becky...
by Gyppo
Tue Feb 11, 2020 10:08 pm
Forum: Post Your Poems
Topic: Steps
Replies: 22
Views: 11660

Re: Steps

I'm tempted to say you truly don't need the first three verses at all. Why?  Because when the loss is great enough the exact how doesn't matter.  The reader will feel the enormity without needing to be spoonfed. The story lies in her resolute determination to walk the same walks, and in her instinct...