I am
gone to earth as surely
as a grave-slab slams
but my thoughts
are free as foxes
hammer all you will
my lair is stopped
this thickness of oak
this great rectangle
bars you from my bolthole
and makes you out-of-mind
my lock chimes in the key of
No
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The finality of your placement of "No" (capitalized too)
resonates with the previous line - love the use of the word "chimes"
Well done Mairi.
Paul
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Thanks again, Paul.
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quite charming
...for being so firm!
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Thank you.
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The sense of finality and that "no" at the end comes through very strongly in this poem. A powerful piece of writing and the image of a grave-slab was used with great effect here. I liked this... a creative take on the contest theme of doors. Well done and thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Such finality! it wouldn't do any good to knock when you've gone to ground. That is a very strong "no"
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That's what I had in mind.
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my favorite two lines: bars you from my bolthole and makes you out of mind..
touching screen...love, lane
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Absolutely fabulous. Honed to perfection.
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Thank you.
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Oh man, I love this
. The idea of slamming down a grave stone on a plot, has such a final thud to it. Really, this whole poem speaks of finality; once your in that cedar box, that's it.
~Meg
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Yes, you can read it that way. Again, I am glad you like it.
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Well, I also think of other things, but I won't bore you with my interpretations. Yes, I do love it.
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You would not bore me.
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Last line resounds into eternity!
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I've heard it a few times myself!
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I'll huff
and I'll puff
and I'll
wait a minute, that was wolves not foxes...
A delicious take, I love it.
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Well good.
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