tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582026116297290073.post4312206152156729545..comments2023-06-02T06:20:10.239-05:00Comments on branches: HibernateBlakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537430116036306583noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582026116297290073.post-34183884092648501252008-02-21T14:54:00.000-06:002008-02-21T14:54:00.000-06:00I just realized seperating poems is something you ...I just realized seperating poems is something you do not like to do. So forget about that one.Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537430116036306583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582026116297290073.post-13235378409362674992008-02-21T13:52:00.000-06:002008-02-21T13:52:00.000-06:00Pretty powerful first sentence you have here. Perh...Pretty powerful first sentence you have here. Perhaps the poem would benefit from separating the whole into two stanzas (1st - first sentence 2nd - "sidewalk ceramic tables"....)?<BR/><BR/>"dancing to<BR/>wine-bottle music, a little emptier<BR/>each note, cheeks a little rosier<BR/>the autumn trees had burned off<BR/>vibrant green ecstasy"<BR/><BR/>Just so you know, I am totally gay for this.<BR/><BR/>The title is very fitting for the poem. I want to hibernate with the woman who, although you do not describe, makes me feel like I know her very well.<BR/><BR/>How did you even do that Andrew?<BR/><BR/>"at home your guilts are cold<BR/>and your bed feels empty"<BR/><BR/>February blows. This poem gives me hope though. It makes me feel like everything is going to be all-rightBlakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537430116036306583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582026116297290073.post-68085364303521311172008-02-21T13:27:00.000-06:002008-02-21T13:27:00.000-06:00In silencethe last drag of smokeslips from her lip...<I>In silence<BR/>the last drag of smoke<BR/>slips from her lips as her sillhouette fades<BR/>past the streetlight and <B>there is<BR/>nothing to say anymore,</B></I><BR/><BR/>I'm left here wondering if there was anything to say in the first place.<BR/><BR/>Andrew, you've really outdone yourself. This reads like sipping fine wine in a dream, and the images you use are effective and affecting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com