| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/27/07 at 06:48 PM Yes, this is exactly right, and how it feels. Well spoken, well described. Yes, wonderful metaphors... the "house of words" the "bright brilliant airy window" but oh so sadly "closed"... and "the violation the violence of this self stripped silence"... thank you for speaking this thus... it touches my feelings so... I could not speak it myself... and so grateful for your fine expression of "erasure" our great loss... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/27/07 at 08:07 PM Yes, it seems poetry is the opening and closing of a door or window, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment or lost when we, the collective writer. look away. Thanks. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/28/07 at 01:45 AM Title suggests words that were there are lost. Closed windows suggest new words not getting in. You've formatted the wording so that all does appear stripped! Well written! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/29/07 at 12:10 PM Good use of metaphors. Very brilliant imagery, well thought out and written. Excellent as usual! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/30/07 at 11:56 AM a situation presented itself as if from out of the blue and you made the most of it by permitting its quill to rest on your perch and the ink to flow through. |
