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Talking Shop With Gary Jules

out on the wooden balcony of my room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn long after attractions and restaurants have closed for the evening. It wouldn’t take more than a match to light this whole place up. During the day the boardwalk is a zoo littered with thousands of people scurrying about thousands of neatly aligned wooden planks placed from water’s edge to parking lot’s edge. It must have been an overwhelming task for the ax-wielding lumberjack called upon to supply enough wood to carpet the concrete floor carpeting an insufficient meadow. At the far end of the boardwalk near the east entrance is a wooden ferris wheel not in operation this late at night but its circular mass is still lit up with little blinking bulbs advertising its presence to late night travelers. Hanging halesias dangle from the wooden frame of existence. A velvet breeze comes from the harbor as unseen fingertips caress the water’s thigh. Without a tree in sight, he carefully strikes a match looking right through me. 5/5/2017 AN: My interpretation of the song Mad World by Gary Jules. Halesias are a flowering plant more commonly known as 'silver bells' or 'snowdrops' that blossom hanging upside down.

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Date: 5/23/2017 12:53:00 AM
So..... I am slowly learning about filler words and -ing words. And this poem of yours is a good starting point for me to learn more and to hear about your opinion. Because I myself have no problem with -ing words, and you have loads of them in here, as well as filler words like from of in a..... To me the rules of poetry are fine on the one hand. But sometimes it feels like a harness I like to get rid of. Who decides what is poetry? And what is the aim?
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Date: 5/6/2017 4:45:00 PM
Love the imagery you created in this poem, Phillip, a 7 ~*
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Date: 5/6/2017 12:30:00 PM
I LOVE "Mad World". The song made me completely disconnected from the world, and feel all that pain. And now reading this, it feels likt some of that is being restored..... And I love it.... And this is my favorite part in your poem: " lit up with // little blinking bulbs advertising its presence to late night travelers. // Hanging halesias dangle from the wooden frame of existence. // This was wonderful Phillip :)
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Date: 5/6/2017 3:01:00 AM
I really love that song Mad World. I was drawn into this abstract piece that seemed to move gently with the breeze. Beautiful Phillip! 7 ; )
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Date: 5/5/2017 6:55:00 PM
I enjoyed reading this - your word picture.
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