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    Last edited by grant hayes; 12-25-2017, 10:55 PM.

  • #2
    Such beauty, the pacing, tone, everything immaculate. Breathtaking really. A joy to read, to share the experience. A favorite artist BT has an album ... Movement in Still Life. This definitely reminds me of that. There is always a shade of such vulnerability I feel to your work... well, best way to sum it up is. 3rd stanza. it reminded me of .. what else, the familiar Damyata: The boat responded
    Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
    The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
    Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
    To controlling hands

    of Eliot.

    Kudos ... a real treat!

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    • grant hayes
      grant hayes commented
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      I'm glad you found this one so much to your liking, amenOra. Eliot, for me, is a poet of uneven appeal. When he's good, like in Prufrock and The Waste Land, he's very very good; but when he has turns like Choruses From The Rock ..... no, just no.

    • amenOra
      amenOra commented
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      I don't think i've come in contact with that "poem". Thanks for the heads up. And you just know I gotta check it out now. lol, peace.

  • #3
    More rich the imagery at every turn of phrase and positively haunting at the close. I agree with amenOra - breathtaking.

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    • grant hayes
      grant hayes commented
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      I like to do a bit of haunting with a poem, Rhymist. I think I would make a very good ghost.

  • #4
    From their purloin perch they rise

    To steal the wind and gently glide

    From sail to wing

    Before your eyes

    I do so love your adjectives.

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    • grant hayes
      grant hayes commented
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      List of descriptors:

      adjectives: red, careless, violet
      participles: slumping, interrupted, reddened, rippling, clipping
      adjectival nouns: lightning, carrion

    • divot
      divot commented
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      It pains me to stretch my intellect, so I’ll gather what I can.

  • #5
    Odin's ravens
    rightly reserved
    to the sacred grove
    where flocks of bone intercede
    carrying graveyard messages
    where death waits, beyond.

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    • grant hayes
      grant hayes commented
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      Ah, yes, I was wondering whether someone would mention Odin. I give no numbers in the poem, but in its Sitz im Leben there was a single raven, which was joined by two others once I started talking to it, and shortly after that a fourth. So, unless Huginn and Muninn brought their spouses (spice?), I cannot lay claim to a visitation from the Allfather's scouts.

  • #6
    Hear again, the tone, diction, and pace are in harmony.

    First rate poet!

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    • grant hayes
      grant hayes commented
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      Many thanks for your kind approbation, Dwayne.

  • #7
    Hauntingly beautiful with such powerful imagery. Thank you

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    • #8
      I like to have that haunting effect. I am concerned I may be missing my true calling, mooneyblack, as a ghostly presence Thank you for engaging.

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      • #9
        This evoked a sense of helplessness and humility. Wonderful imagery.

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        • #10
          Helplessness and humility - yes, I like that reading, Alexandra. I do worry that it's just melodrama; there's a fine line between that and emotive authenticity sometimes. I mean, just mentioning ravens and death together runs the risk of dissolving the whole thing in cliché. It is very difficult to be original.

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          • Johntee
            Johntee commented
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            As scavengers,
            ravens and death
            were so associated
            as were other corbids
            (The Twa Corbies for example).
            Originality must be fief of reality surely?
            Last edited by Johntee; 11-20-2017, 07:19 AM.

          • grant hayes
            grant hayes commented
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            The poem is drawn directly from experience, Johntee; it is a slavish chronicle. Perhaps my apperception and feeling states are the cliché.

          • RhymeLovingWriter
            RhymeLovingWriter commented
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            Now there's a thought to ponder for my own work, Grant. Thank you.

        • #11
          Hello grant, 'wine bemoan my reddened mouth' as you alight to perch with ravens. I've never read the like, I was enraptured, captured and haunted throughout. Your words crawled over me, a strange, eerie feeling without escape as if I the reader became the poet as the poet became the carrion. Can't praise it enough, don't know how. Fond regards, Tony.

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          • grant hayes
            grant hayes commented
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            Tony, it's a pleasure to have you drop by. I hope you are doing well. Your comment here is much appreciated by me. If I can write in such a way that a bard like yourself is so affected, then I must be getting something right. Thank you so much for the gracious words. Take care, Tony.

        • #12
          Streeeeeeeeetch! See the light in a Grant Hayes poem. Its worth the effort!

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          • divot
            divot commented
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            Some strange attempt at a Poe-ish nightmare, dam the limb broke and me to frail fly.

          • grant hayes
            grant hayes commented
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            ^ Hahahahahahahaha, nice one, divot. It was only in hindsight that I realised this might be connected with Poe. The ravens were really there on a branch, but I guess that the way I used them to create a certain mood is Poe-esque. The greatest writers so shape our shared consciousness that we can mistake their thoughts for our own.
            Your comment made me laugh; thank you.
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