Doyen Lingua

Rookie - 321 Points [Doyen Lingua] (1991 - still breathing / Oregon)

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Had too many glance and click away.
I thought you were here to find out:
my life story;
or why I write poetry;
or who is this person? ?
for anger or delight.
But those things, like tabloids and
stale chips for the unworked brain.

Dear, I do not want to bore
but poems I do not whore.
So read, read, read some more.
But do not ... more »

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  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (2/17/2014 1:13:00 AM)

    I really misinterpreted Hello Again, Stranger when I wrote my comments yesterday. Actually it was early Sunday morning and my brain wasn't fully functioning. But tonight both that poem and WALKING ALONG... make perfect
    sense; they're two chapters from an on-going narrative. I don't know why I made the assumption that the couple in the first poem were uncommitted, hesitant, not ready to surrender to each other. Now I see from the opening they are connected: We traveled together... braved the unknown. And their rapport is mysteriously confirmed a few lines later: We went/because we were called/you and I. Is that an inner calling, because I don't see an outside agent. I really like the passage about the note he puts under her pillow, because it is a gesture of love. Your character doesn't have to say I love you, which would be a cliché, because he just proved his love with a gesture. (I'm going to stop and send this, because the problem might be the length of my comments.)

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Best Poem of Doyen Lingua

River Stone

Beaten ‘round its river home,
the icy current on its bone.
Resting shade of passing icthus,
does nothing for its deepest wishes.

No one knows the river stone.
Never plucked from its home.
Until a fisher steps on it,
and moves it from its final fit.

Fingers come and cut the mirror.
greyed-eyes whisper to the hearer.
Deaf hands then skipped a pence,
and it has found a new home since.

Never is the ending done,
we stones never know who will come.

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