Doyen Lingua

Rookie - 300 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

An Ode To The Washing Machine

From the time I was a child
filled with curiosity and awe
I followed your rotation closely with my eyes.
Your magic must be hidden inside your metal box.
You stomp and shake about
and yell to those without.
Such violence with each slosh and thump, I wonder if you’re drowning.
But soon your tantrum resides
and my clothes are fresh... and damp.
No matter how I dirtied them, you scrubbed them clean.
You stand still, unmoved.
So long have you aided me. You never quit!
But now you’ve died, and I must buy anew.
Noble Washer!

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