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Apr 04, 2014
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touch of spring
histories behind plate glass
impress
the fabric of the test
wrapped like shrouds that blow
downtown
the shadows of the exam..
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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emeka ozurumba
11 years 3 months ago
exam...........
why do you say exam
Esker
11 years 3 months ago
thoughts like a test
we think theories quick on the move...busy from points
to points.....i question quick thoughts.....often..
examinations of theory.....not like a full exam paper
to be graded....but of what we take in....it is there..
within....
Geezer
11 years 3 months ago
I get...
the feeling that you are trying to figure out what has happened to your town. Looking at the plate glass windows of the empty stores and businesses and wondering where it all went wrong. I might be just putting my own thoughts here, but that is what I see. ~ Gee
Esker
11 years 3 months ago
it is and isnt.....hopper was the painter who painted within
stories of personal intimacy interaction or lack of..
reflections with the lighting up here....cities more flatter
i mean not much indentation but i realize that windowshops
flatter to sell......interesting this thought here...more looking at
my reflection thinking what went wrong...ignoring the scene
within to look at my outer to try to fathom the within...
i started with the first view you had about this poem though
and worked it through now to the described.....thinking much
lately like a detective...the details we see and dont see...
like a magicians trick to re figure...illusions...
interesting that the antagonists and protagonists in books
i liked were called moriarity