Cairn
Under shadows
of towering poems,
each new one is audacity.
Plenty mark the hills
and prairies well
already. Your cairns
are litter in the streets
they line and they: landmarks
tourists like yourself
photograph in awe.
of towering poems,
each new one is audacity.
Plenty mark the hills
and prairies well
already. Your cairns
are litter in the streets
they line and they: landmarks
tourists like yourself
photograph in awe.
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Author's Note
A few words- small stacked stones.
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A strong conceit in a small space, Gary. No waste. No full clarity - a great strength, in my opinion. And a shift in the second stanza, turning the poem to/on the reader. I like that.
Wonderful piece. *
Really like this stack of stones, especially,"each new one is audacity".
I "photograph" in awe.
"Plenty mark the hills
and prairies well
already. Your cairns
are litter in the streets
they line and they: landmarks"
rEALLY LIKE THE cREELEY
Ahem...that is...
"Plenty mark the hills
and prairies well
already. Your cairns
are litter in the streets
they line and they: landmarks"
I hear and really like the Creeley sound here. Nice work!
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I really love this. I can almost hear wind whistling somewhere... :)
Good writing, Gary. I will read this again tomorrow.
I like the stanza enjambment. Nice, tight poem. Well done. *
There can't be too many cairns.*
I was right, I wanted to read this again.
Sharp and true.
I love the new audacity of this. *