Comment on form: “like snow at your feet” —though this line could have felt like a run-of-the-mill simile, it does two things for me, cool me off and slow me down; but then, I guess, it does a third, because of those two specific functions: it’s as if, and to construct a simile of my own, I’m a boxer unexpectedly thrown into the corner for hydration and rest, then just as unexpectedly, pushed, like from a sling shot (a simile in a simile!) into the ring for round two, or for the last 3/4s of the poem… all the way till Sisyphus suddenly says, Try Again. KO!
I'll just say Amazing!
As always: Speechless.
Comment on form: “like snow at your feet” —though this line could have felt like a run-of-the-mill simile, it does two things for me, cool me off and slow me down; but then, I guess, it does a third, because of those two specific functions: it’s as if, and to construct a simile of my own, I’m a boxer unexpectedly thrown into the corner for hydration and rest, then just as unexpectedly, pushed, like from a sling shot (a simile in a simile!) into the ring for round two, or for the last 3/4s of the poem… all the way till Sisyphus suddenly says, Try Again. KO!
Yeah this one.
"If autopsies are dissections / of zeros" whew
Bob Hicok is one of my absolute favorites
Yes, Try again.
Loved this.
Thank you for that meaningful poem; I really FELT it, where so many other poems mis 'the spot.' Cheers. Joy Lennick
Could I wake up to wake up and cry to this?