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Thanks for the twenty seconds of
Your crisp, medicinal perspective,
Encapsulated in a laugh
That shook like a bragging monkey’s ass.
Call it a joke, a gentle nudge—
It pushed me over some good edge,
Literally enlightening:
This cobweb world looks bright again.
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Jack Granath’s poetry has appeared in The Formalist, Measure, and Poetry East among other journals and magazines. He is a library director in Kansas.
. Of all Creation, who am I Who sins against Thee, Lord Most High? Of all that crawl, of those...
. Autumn Fades The orange leaves decay to crinkling gray, And sunsets sink and fade the clouds to black. “You’ll...
Your poem, Robert, offers an orderly arrangement, describing the speaker's work boxed in quatrains. The final stanza with six lines…
Thank you, Luke, for your evaluation and for your courteous suggestion.
Robert, you have penned an evocative work. I am pleased that you chose blank verse. The practical side of me…
Rachel, What a wonderful poem. Would you consider granting permission for it to be used as text for a choral…
And possessive apostrophe for mother's too.
Your slant rhymes are subtle, ghostly, no more than a whisper of some imagined perfect rhymes; and your line of thought presents some unexpected curves. Thank you for skating so close to the edge.