Home is a stone’s throw
from this bowl of belief
sensory memory will keep it fine and firm:
smell of a butterfly
sea before you get there
soil freshly turned
come-closer rain
newly mowed grass
barely birthed baby
holy air of roses
slump of snow high on Whistler
Rockies’ stones sigh of settling in
paisley cattle shifting feet through straw
dry-tongue itch of Saskatchewan
soggy seep of Manitoba
Ontario’s heavy hem
Quebec’s neon babble-bubbles
chesty cough of Maritimes
sound of a sunset
burble of sun rising over dark lake
a child laughing in flowers
hum of orbs in the pine trees
Home is old bread in cold milk
and thunk of spoon
In a list
A contest entry
- Glass Skin - by Invitation by jantastic.
3523 points, ended September 1, 2008, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I really enjoy poetry that expresses a Canadian identity. You've employed some nice wordplay and incorporated all of the senses into this one that reads of comfort and home while still stretching to include such a broad geography. The last two lines are excellent. Some good imagery in this as well. Thank you.
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This was like a quick tour of the Canada that has yet to be McDonalds-ised. How to summarize a province in a line - I think you've done it really well, pulling in every one of the senses. I was wondering if you'd manage taste...and there it is. That thunk!
Bravo.
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Nice use of the List Poem format.
Good luck in the contest.
Lisa
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this is so full of light and life..
beautiful
m
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There are some interesting descriptions in this one...and great memories under the lines or to inspire the lines in this poem.
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We always miss the places of our childhoods... this is beautiful, Carol. I've seen that land with my own eyes too (in another life time).
~ Nicolette
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What a comforting piece this is. It's warm and fuzzy feel captivates the spirit in homespun delivery.Undertone in a simple unassuming lifestyle professed to be cherished.And a geographic lesson centers around waters of contentment and harmony in a natural sense. A sensitives journey in verse.
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"chesty cough of maritimes" is great. mugger's cap and whiskers and leathery hands.
a child laughing in flowers is good too. It's bright and sunny.
I have no idea what the fuck "newly mewed grass" is but it sounds good together. Lots of good sounds throughout this one.
This is freshly non-linear, swimming, thick images, tattletale cattleprod.
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your words wrap around me...like a blanket...and i shake my head side to side...and say damn...
i know that is not a comment...but it is...outside the thoughts brewing in my mind...
i cant help that feeling of amazement
mal
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Carol
when I get lonely or need to feel something real, I read one of your poems and logs in my head clear, huge impediments to my thoughts shrink and I whisper, thank you.
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it still sounds like a place I would love to visit
Love, C
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the ending was so fitting...this was like a warm blanket to me...that kind of feel
and I could actually smell the sea
wonderful stuff here
peace and hugs
Muddy
best wishes in the contest
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