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[Tom 10]

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[Mark T]

Gotta love that doughy gut that kicks this off - I can't help seeing shades of Carl Hiaasen in this Florida excursion - the ending is intriguing, a philosophy of appreciation too late...?

[Tom 10]

Hmmmm - I intended a tough-crust image rather than doughy gut - alligator hide.  

Carl Hiaasen is new to me, so I googled and became interested - thanks Mark.


Appreciate the read and the comments.

T

[duck]

Hi Tom This is one of those curiosities that has me feeling a bit dense. Firstly, heft has become one of your signatutre words and so makes me sit up and ponder in which guise it is inaction here. It is an arresting image with the alligator but I  am not sure what it describes. My guess supported by Mark is of a gut,a tourist gut in which case more dough indeed that alligator.
Before rent I am, guessing there is an I or a we  hiding and that it is not an imperative.

The switch to you in S3 threw me somewhat, not sure who is beig addressed.

Still your usual abilities with words and optimising how much information a few words carry.
Dave

[Mark T]

Yeah, you're a marvel with (quirky poem) words, Ty. And I can't believe Carl Hiaasen is new to you, god I wish all his books lay before me, unread. The man is the genius of brutal farce. 

So this bit applies to alligator and photographer, does it? Stopped what, then? Listening? Or moving? Sorry to be picky.

Like him, you come in search
when you sense what listens
has stopped.

[Tom 10]

Dave - "heft" has seeped too deeply into my personal lexicon - thanks for flagging that.  The image is intended to be that of a young alligator, about the size of a loaf of french rye.  Over-baked and too-long cooled was intended to suggest a tough outer surface.  S.2 - on was intended to sound like N talking to himself, in an instructive voice.    "optimising. . . " -- very charitable and understated of you.  Thanks.

Mark - Yes, Hiaasan is the newest author to make my revolving reading list.  Thanks again for that.  As to the binary stars of this poem, yeah.  Each reacts to the void by going in search.  They encounter each other - no cosmic connection, just the parallels.  Not much else to it.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

T

[Mark T]

I remember you saying this in a comment once... or words to the effect:

"... tend to create short enjambments under the misapprehension that it adds poetic heft...."

So tvell me, Tvom, vat iss itz aboutz heft zat zis so occupiez your mindz, hmmz?

[Tom 10]

  I don't know.

[REW]

The ending is rather mysterious.  I didn't understand this the first time around, but rather than give up in my exhausted world, I did revisit.

I like the haunting feeling, the predatory fee with the sort of philosophical ending.

[Tom 10]

Thanks for looking, and looking again REW - I wish there was more here.  I just couldn't seem to make the feeling apparent with this piece.  It is now stewing and we'll see if there is a revision worth doing. 
Nice to see you posting.

T

[MrOrdinaryMan]

Had to read it a few times, but after a little bit I started to understand it better. I like your use of breaking up the sentences into multiple lines, it adds more depth and meaning to the poem. Way cool!

[Tom 10]

Hello MrOrdinaryMan,
Thanks for reading and commenting.  While sentences are the building blocks for prose, poetry usually relies on  lines as the building blocks, and sentences quite often can run over several lines. 

Welcome to MWC.

T

[Mark T]

Howzit Ty.

[Mark T]

I've been thinking about writing a piece titled Harvest. I've been watching the evolution of this year's crop of winter wheat - last year it was a dust bowl. The rains were good, the flowers dazzled, and the wheat grew and turned green, somewhere between bottle green and emerald, carpeting the hills and dales.
It's turning to summer now and the machines have passed over the fields, soon the sheep will wander the husks in pasture. It seems so simple to see this example of 'reap what you sow' and yet there are complexities and variations in this cycle. I know there's a poem in this but i can't seem to find the time to assemble the parts. Peace, bro.  

[Tom 10]

Hi Mark,

Nothing like the sight of early winter wheat across rolling hills.  I had no idea our respective locations shared that. 

We are just finishing the real harvest now, and I have also been struck with so much poem-worthiness abounding. 

T