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I have now walked ...
I have now walked amid
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
Published 6th Sep 2023
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7th Sep 2023 3:34am
7th Sep 2023 11:38am
Thank you for this comment. It is my belief that a metered writing that is imageless and does not take into account Pastan's notion that it should cause a reader to see with his/her eyes shut is not poetry.
I wouldn't confine my art in that way, let yourself grow and experiment.
I hope my explanation on haiku and tanka writing has helped you write haiku, particularly if you wish to be published in Japan. If you need anymore help please feel free to ask.
🙏 Mo
I hope my explanation on haiku and tanka writing has helped you write haiku, particularly if you wish to be published in Japan. If you need anymore help please feel free to ask.
🙏 Mo
"I wouldn't confine my art in that way,"
So who are you writing for and with what purpose?
And isn't there a question-begging presumption on your part that I would grow in my "art" if I were to write like you do?
So who are you writing for and with what purpose?
And isn't there a question-begging presumption on your part that I would grow in my "art" if I were to write like you do?
