by Gary Hardaway
Prompted by recent weather here.
The stuff that midnight dreams are made of. *
Brought into wet, chilling focus the heavenly bamboo bush at our back door.
Good line to anchor the piece, Gary -
"Inch by imperceptible inch"
And especially like the open-ended closing here. Limits, stretching, never found.
I also especially like the ending. Each time I reread this I find myself imagining more and more. *
A tiny poem, but it packs a punch. Wonderful imagery that brings back memories of my youth.
Math makes me dizzy, but this is good.
I do so love clean, short pieces like this one. Bravo! *
Nice...a song of recovery.
i know i don't say this enough to you, but i love the brevity and the clear images in your work, Gary; the worst thing for me is to read contemporary poetry that obfuscates meaning with style and what seems like random computer-generated sentences
I like the music in this, detected by reading it aloud.*
Thanks to all who read and commented. I am grateful.
Strong opening, Gary *
Thank you, Foster.
thank you, Christian.
wow. Elastic limits never reached, might be my favorite line ever. *