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FIRST:  the poem which inspired...oh, yes, laugh--it's reminiscent of, of, would that be the old "the house that jack built"? ie, Joshua Amos Graff/aka Graff1980's poem-- Graff1980 4h@18:04, 29Oct17 Untitled The phone store is closed, but I can still see the sharp blue glow of those bright screens blinking out at me from the window to the streets where I am walking slowly. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2187429/untitled/ SECOND:  the comment his poem inspired and which he too generously told me I "should post."-- [He said Jenny Williams]--Like a ghost none sees, catching the lurid eye of those eyeless windows to the black hole of an eerie yonder, the speaker treads as if slippered through the darkness which itself is alive and aware, the scene commonplace, yet rendered thus with a poignant ghastliness, a delicacy. Thank you for sharing. THIRD:  the sonnet which I told him I'd endeavour to compose from that same comment, yet which is a frustrating reminder why as Stella Armour was it? told me years ago she did NOT want to force thoughts into sonnets, and I heartily concur:  I'd far rather pour the unformed thought into that "most exquisite form of poetry" than try to squeeze a complete thought into that "gilded cage"-- ...for Joshua Amos Graff's poem-- (sonnet #MMMMMMDCCXXII) Likeas a ghost none sees where streetlamps fence The blacker shroud of night, how in betrayl 'Non catching lo, the lurid eye's detail Of those more eyeless windows harking thence Unto the black hole of an eerie sense Of yonder, how you tread as if t'avail Now slippered through the darkness which in pale 'Scuse ah, itself's alive and 'ware.  What hence? You only put down for the page as twere That lonely walk through naked streets left to None else.  Yet where dead cellphones look in poor Excuse out, la, you render thus anew What's common, but whose ghastliness in tour Is poignant, delcacies I cherish.  You? 29Oct17a
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
JennyGordon
Don't Enquire WHY I Love To Read and Write. Or?
FIRST:  the poem which inspired...oh, yes, laugh--it's reminiscent of, of, would that be the old "the house that jack built"? ie, Joshua Amos Graff/aka Graff1980's poem-- Graff1980 4h@18:04, 29Oct17 Untitled The phone store is closed, but I can still see the sharp blue glow of those bright screens blinking out at me from the window to the streets where I am walking slowly. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2187429/untitled/ SECOND:  the comment his poem inspired and which he too generously told me I "should post."-- [He said Jenny Williams]--Like a ghost none sees, catching the lurid eye of those eyeless windows to the black hole of an eerie yonder, the speaker treads as if slippered through the darkness which itself is alive and aware, the scene commonplace, yet rendered thus with a poignant ghastliness, a delicacy. Thank you for sharing. THIRD:  the sonnet which I told him I'd endeavour to compose from that same comment, yet which is a frustrating reminder why as Stella Armour was it? told me years ago she did NOT want to force thoughts into sonnets, and I heartily concur:  I'd far rather pour the unformed thought into that "most exquisite form of poetry" than try to squeeze a complete thought into that "gilded cage"-- ...for Joshua Amos Graff's poem-- (sonnet #MMMMMMDCCXXII) Likeas a ghost none sees where streetlamps fence The blacker shroud of night, how in betrayl 'Non catching lo, the lurid eye's detail Of those more eyeless windows harking thence Unto the black hole of an eerie sense Of yonder, how you tread as if t'avail Now slippered through the darkness which in pale 'Scuse ah, itself's alive and 'ware.  What hence? You only put down for the page as twere That lonely walk through naked streets left to None else.  Yet where dead cellphones look in poor Excuse out, la, you render thus anew What's common, but whose ghastliness in tour Is poignant, delcacies I cherish.  You? 29Oct17a
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