by KR
I recognize the feeling ~
At times the words rush out
Faster than you can write;
Other times you have to fight to get them out
Kicking and screaming.
I had to read through this twice
To better appreciate the work you did
Tying together quarry's meanings;
You make the reader pay attention ~ good for you!
some times wrestling with words can be gradifying. I enjoyed your poem and its meaning.
"splitting stone from the doe-eyed quarry"
a suggestion drop the explanation from the bottom, let the reader discover, the aha effect
if you had another line with the other "quarry" at the end, would be even better still
Oh, BTW, I also write as "anonamouse" sometimes, note spelling
as if as if as if I never play
as you do and do
you go after your quarry
and in the first line I can follow
tracking and scanning you down to the pit
where we end in the splash and spray
I am gladder for surprises
explanations make and end of things
apologies not for style;
as you go you see how it goes
we take the ride you write us on.
How can poetry evoke such visual images as you do? Thanks for your wild brain, the bouncing of the ball from wall to stream to tree to floor. It's always fun seeing the colors in the black and white text.