12-21-2022, 10:07 PM 
	
	
	(12-18-2022, 09:05 AM)TranquillityBase Wrote: Midnight at Radio RanchHi Tim,
It’s not simple, it’s interrupted.
A cascade of syllables
down the sacred mountains.
Yogis yawn and grin.
Trout-skinned clouds strung out
a horizon of burning pink comma?
a rainbow serpent
encircling the visible west.
These are my fellows,
my inviolate senses comma?
a life without parole
gathering its final flowers.
Where’s the signal?
Ashes and dust, a dead oak, Like the imagery here but not a complete sentence
an abandoned fire pit.
Walk into invisibility
where night plays catch
with the laughing dead.
I have been coming back to this poem a lot taking it in. Did you change the ending before your more dramatic edit? I like the changes you made. You cut the parts that I had the most issues with, though I was sorry to see the dragon lines go. My main sticking point is a feeling of inconsistent punctuation with some fragmented sentences, is it intentional? I also pondered whether flipping last two stanzas might work better. I really like the tone of the poem but I personally need more concrete foot holds to climb this mountain with you to make it more satisfying for me. I googled 'Radio Ranch' but didn't get anything I thought related to this poem.
Take care,
Steve

 

 
