08-18-2015, 03:09 PM
(08-17-2015, 11:21 AM)Mark A Becker Wrote: AttunedHi, Mark,
Coming up
the escalator of
Metro this afternoon
I can hear the wail & moan
of a sullen saxophone within
its gears, and almost know the tune.
This is visually appealing because of line length to represent an escalator (ampersand aside - but you my be thinking of getting rid of it.)
And the interspersed rhyme of noon/tune, moan/phone accords well with what would be humming/buzzing/vibrating/rumbling of gears in the mechanism.
At my level of experience, I can't suggest any improvement, apart from change the first word to Riding.
A enjoyably resonant piece. Thanks for the opportunity to read it.
Cheers.
A poet who can't make the language sing doesn't start. Hence the shortage of real poems amongst the global planktonic field of duds. - Clive James.

