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Aug 22, 2022
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This poem is part of the contest:
Neopoem Of The Week Contest August 21st to August 27th 2022
Nuance
I used to know this man with plaid shorts and never ending white shirts
(Jonah)
And much like the story he became swallowed
by music and life and darkness
Three nights of laughter
Three nights of writing
Three nights of hope
Yet there is no shore or Ninevah
Instead I saw him wrangled and spit out into Chicago
Lost and mute
And now,
Probably dead
About This Poem
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Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Geezer
2 years 10 months ago
This sounds...
as though it was someone you hung out with; a person that had ambitions to be a writer of some kind. I often think back to times and people that are in my past and wonder if they ever achieved their ambitions or even came close; and I think that very probably they might be dead. Nice, plain piece that needs no serious cogitation. ~ Geezer.
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Jackweb
2 years 10 months ago
Wow!
Apt and yet beautiful! I like the way you used an allusion to biblical references... Jonah, ninevah.
In the poem, it seems the person was deeply lost by secular music and engaged in all manner of recklessness and dirty life that destroyed him!
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Sen99
2 years 10 months ago
Nice Little Vignette
you told a story with concision and style, a good job