08-18-2015, 06:08 AM
Hey Tom-
Good to see a poem from you every now and again. Seriously...
So, what we got here?
Old friends are dead and gone away; straight to the set-up and we're off
though streets and streams and oak trees stay. good allit & the rhyme fits right in
Tarmac broken, granuled grey,here's where the ugly 'merican in me comes out, as "tarmac" immediately conjures up "airport" (not "road" or "street"). That said, "granuled grey" holds up very well
grows weeds.and the allit continues...
The image I see at The End is of the old friends flying off into the sunset at an old "ghost airport". Of course, my 'mercian definition of "tarmac" seriously messed up the poem for me, because once I got that picture in my head I could not shake it.
Ain't it amazing that one stinkin word, even when used correctly, can throw a grenade into an otherwise perfectly good poem? That's the main reason I wanted to comment on this piece.
... Mark
Good to see a poem from you every now and again. Seriously...
So, what we got here?
Old friends are dead and gone away; straight to the set-up and we're off
though streets and streams and oak trees stay. good allit & the rhyme fits right in
Tarmac broken, granuled grey,here's where the ugly 'merican in me comes out, as "tarmac" immediately conjures up "airport" (not "road" or "street"). That said, "granuled grey" holds up very well
grows weeds.and the allit continues...
The image I see at The End is of the old friends flying off into the sunset at an old "ghost airport". Of course, my 'mercian definition of "tarmac" seriously messed up the poem for me, because once I got that picture in my head I could not shake it.
Ain't it amazing that one stinkin word, even when used correctly, can throw a grenade into an otherwise perfectly good poem? That's the main reason I wanted to comment on this piece.
... Mark