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Thank you for your two posts, Dave. I try my best w/the reader. I would be foolish to assume I have them all. It's Robert Frost's B-day today. He thought he was a failure for the first half of his life as a writer.

This poem isn't finished. They never are.

S3 is made up of only a few of "all your words" and they have affected me deeply. There are others, of course, but I chose these three. I am not advocating S.3's removal, nor do I have revision recommendations. But I must say, I am more confused than ever. I don’t recognize or identify which three ...

I nicely played list poem. Many excellent images. I enjoyed reading them all. I think a different title might umbrella and embrace what you are saying better, rather than just focusing on one.

JMHO.

by George

FYI: I haven't had bathtub gin since college. I laughed.

The text has a sensuous texture, the sounds exhibit the title. S.3 doesn't come together, but maybe it doesn't need to. From a poem with the same name, by Bret Norwood: . . . . Don’t search or scry or scratch, but savor instead the steady stream of sights and sounds, if succulence is found, or not....

All your words winding their ways through soft tissue—  sometimes, our tongues tie.   lullaby akin to pasta symphony akin to pinot ceiling fan akin to foreplay   thoughts are made in the back of the mouth, passion is made through teeth—  your mouth searches the back throat of my heart. by George

Dave wrote: ↑

Sat Mar 23, 2019 12:11 pm

Love the poem. Love spring is never dull. Poems about seasons very often are. This one not which is to its credit. Imho

Thank you again, Dave. Whoever invented the concept of credit was a genius.

by George  

Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑

Sat Mar 23, 2019 9:45 am

I agree with Indar's comments and appreciate as well the lines she has highlighted.

Cheers.

T

Thank you. 

by George

like when cities are populated with orchards and voices  Stand out line here--orchards and voices is exactly right. There is so much to love in this poem.  allow steel grey clouds to drift off their skin , I visualize the city buildings sluffing off winter in a rising steam of gray clouds.  Let the...

Dave wrote: ↑

Sat Mar 23, 2019 4:28 am

A very good poem that breathes new life into a dull subject

Spring is never dull, Dave. I am happy you like the poem.

by George

After winter language fails or falls behind and is unable to keep up, put people into  a position to want outside again; like when cities are populated with orchards and voices  and all the songs begin in the key of spring. Let them feel the water sway clean,  allow steel grey clouds to drift off th...