tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post116346848340704281..comments2023-10-10T11:56:24.878-05:00Comments on cafe' cafe': Chain of poemsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195202743154382432noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1163634577313488922006-11-15T18:49:00.000-05:002006-11-15T18:49:00.000-05:00This is lovely Lyle. The list of words at the begi...This is lovely Lyle. The list of words at the beginning weave through the poem like touchstones.<BR/><BR/>It's a soft, poignant, beautiful poem.burning moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16693680901375568768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1163550828794507032006-11-14T19:33:00.000-05:002006-11-14T19:33:00.000-05:00Now Burning Moon has added a poem to the chain her...Now Burning Moon has added a poem to the chain here in cafe cafe, a couple of posts up from this one. I like how this keeps going.<BR/><BR/>Interesting, the heaviness of silver hadn't occurred to me. I actually, originally, was thinking of silver light, from (possibly) the moon, or reflection on water, or... but didn't necessarily want to make it explicit, so it could go in more directions.<BR/><BR/>Thanks much for your comment, Keros.Lyle Daggetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10731915540520704368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1163483628382945622006-11-14T00:53:00.000-05:002006-11-14T00:53:00.000-05:00Lyle –here’s the chain as I remember it-Didi- Open...Lyle –here’s the chain as I remember it-<BR/><BR/>Didi- Opens the request for a Meme Poem.<BR/>Keros- How to overload your senses.<BR/>Lorna Dee Cervantes- How to overload your senses.<BR/>LKD- New Moon.<BR/>Keros- New Moon.<BR/>LKD- No Place Like.<BR/>Lyle- Moon Silver Water Wind.<BR/><BR/>Now to your poem.<BR/>1. Favorite line: bare oracle a kitchen light. So often the light bulb is associated with “good idea”, how fitting for it to be an oracle. Also “bare” – I saw it there, powerful symbol dangling on a single wire. Good imagery.<BR/>2. What I’ll remember most about it: the feeling of abandon, which is sometimes subtle, sometimes overwhelming, but permeates the poem from start to finish.<BR/>3. What my brain added to the poem as I read it: I see Silver as heavy, solid, metal. I see night, leaves, wings, wind, water, and moon as Light, Soft. So I took the liberty (as every reader does) to interpret “silver” as reflection, as in mirror, as in virtual sight, since the mirror only “follows” and never really interacts with the subject. Even though sometimes we convince ourselves to see what we want to see in the mirror.CSOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08926466078905987563noreply@blogger.com