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#21
Thank you, Billy. Noted your preference I'll consider it.

Thunderembargo: Some interesting ideas. I'll give them some thought.

Thank you, Both.

Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#22
Hi Todd,
just in case I wasn't clear, it's not the second version that I find lightweight, but the second verse
when compared to the first.


Best, Knot.
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#23
Thanks for the clarification, Knot.

Best,

Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#24
(10-26-2018, 06:22 AM)Todd Wrote:  She leaves home so often
you stop noticing—until the day, 
she doesn’t come back.
You pull back the curtain
and light retreats to shadow,
as you peer through the tunnel
between streetlights, listening
to the hungry night, only to turn back
to your husband who pushes
food around his plate until
everything grows cold.
The hours drag the rivers,

waiting for a call, or a note,
like in the movies, but there’s no bargaining
except with God. She’s vanished
in some perverse magic trick,
into a disappearing box, 
out of your life. There are no words to speak,
or incantation to perform. The magician 
has had a heart attack.


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She leaves home so often
you stop noticing—until the day, 
she doesn’t come back.
You pull back the curtain,
and light retreats to shadow,
as you peer through the tunnel
between streetlights, listening
to the hungry night, only to turn back
to your husband who pushes
food around his plate until
everything grows cold.

The hours drag the rivers,

waiting for a call, or a note,
like in the movies, but there’s no bargaining
except with God. She’s vanished
in some perverse magic trick,
into a disappearing box, 
out of your life. There are no words to speak,
or incantation to perform. The magician 
has had a heart attack.


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She leaves home so often;
you stop noticing. Until the day, 
she doesn’t come back.
Light retreats to shadow,
You pull back the curtain
to peer down the tunnel
between streetlights, listen
to the hungry night, then turn back
to your husband over dinner and push
food around your plate. 
The hours drag the rivers,
waiting for a call, or a note,
like in the movies, but there’s no bargaining
except with God. She’s vanished
in a perverse magic trick,
into a disappearing box, 
out of your life,
and the magician 
has had a heart attack.
No words exist
to make her reappear.

Hi Todd - some of the lines are rather well worn - “until the day / she doesn’t come back”, “only to turn back”, “a call, or a note”, “like in the movies”, “there’s no bargaining / except with god”, “no words to speak”, and of course, “hungry night”.

“The hours drag the rivers” is nice.
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#25
Thanks, Busker. Appreciate the comments.

Best,

Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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