8.17.2014

Town Crier

Stone angel
watches over our Town,
no alms for the Irish or the Poor,
stricken by poverty of checkbook
   or of Heart,
wilting in mid-August sun, temper
short & patience shorter--
Bless us, please.



Kerry has introduced the Real Toads to a form new to me and right up my alley, yippee! It’s the TRIQUAIN.

12 comments:

  1. Well this packs a punch Marian ~ You aced the form ~

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  2. So much could be done but are not happening. Divine intervention is sorely missed. Great lines Marian!

    Hank

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  3. This punches through the apathy and puts it on display to the ever shame of all of humanity. Moving work.

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  4. Great title. A silent crier might pray.

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  5. most needed at this hour...a moving piece...

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  6. Delivering an impact much greater than its modest size!

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  7. I hope there's a beating heart inside that stone.. really needed.. but just maybe there should be more heartbeats in general

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  8. Some days one really can feel in need of blessings. I thought you would take to this form, and I admire the excellent phrasing of each line within the syllable count. I hope to read more of these from your pen.

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  9. You have taken to this form: I can see a garland coming up :-)

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  10. Yes, bless us...just don't blink! (That's a Doctor Who thing, sorry it's stuck in my brain.)

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