Junebug
A No Rules Contest Entry22 total reviews
Comment from leather
This seems to be a poem about discovery and exploration for the newly inducted members of society: a fun and fast read with many lovely, descriptive words.
Best wishes.
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reply by the author on 03-Jul-2022
This seems to be a poem about discovery and exploration for the newly inducted members of society: a fun and fast read with many lovely, descriptive words.
Best wishes.
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Comment Written 03-Jul-2022
reply by the author on 03-Jul-2022
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Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your kind review.
Comment from phill doran
Hello C2,
This is a remarkable piece. I've read it a couple of times and still there's more to soak up. The canning jars reference is fresh and vivid, it speaks of young eyes and old truths.
The contemplation that to name is to somehow diminish is again both melancholy and exact.
This is really good writing, and such a pleasure to read.
I wish you well with your continued writing.
Cheers
phill
reply by the author on 03-Jul-2022
Hello C2,
This is a remarkable piece. I've read it a couple of times and still there's more to soak up. The canning jars reference is fresh and vivid, it speaks of young eyes and old truths.
The contemplation that to name is to somehow diminish is again both melancholy and exact.
This is really good writing, and such a pleasure to read.
I wish you well with your continued writing.
Cheers
phill
Comment Written 03-Jul-2022
reply by the author on 03-Jul-2022
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Phil,
Thank you for the encouragement and the generous review. I credit Borge for the concept of words as dull tools:
"Language is an effective ordering of the world?s enigmatic abundance. In other words, we attribute nouns to reality. We touch a round shape, we see a little lump of light the colour of dawn, a tingling elates our mouth, and we lie to ourselves and we say that these three disparate things are but one and that it is called an orange."
Cheers,
C2
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great quote.
I am a fan of Borge (the writer, but not so much the man), but the quote is new to me.
cheers
phill