Nathan Coppedge

Rookie - 176 Points (10/23/1982 / New Haven, CT)

'Swing' - Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Under the preponderant clouds
wishing mist on the outskirts of cities
The crowd roves and raves
Speaking with the hearts of dead men

Wheezy with their instruments,
the black satin leaves them standing on
their own
besmirched with a sticky forgetfulness
wondering how it turned.

And, in another room
The men awake, as though just
remembering
A long voyage to the center of a thin
rope
Somewhere in the clouds


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One of my best attempts at professional poetry... whatever that means...

Comments about 'Swing' by Nathan Coppedge

  • Rookie - 176 Points Nathan Coppedge (6/1/2014 12:38:00 PM)

    Thank you, Michelle, again for your comment. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,043 Points Michelle Claus (6/1/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    Evocative. It creates a sense of hovering for the reader, and reduction. But maybe the final stanza is uplifting? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 176 Points Nathan Coppedge (3/22/2014 11:09:00 AM)

    Thank you so much (Re: Reyvrex) . (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 192 Points Reyvrex Questor Reyes (3/22/2014 1:16:00 AM)

    Such an abstract poem. Enjoyable to read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014


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