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We are the Night Owls
Posted: 11 February 2004
Word Count: 28
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We are moths
Flickering around one another-
There is no flame.
We are litter
Blown through empty streets.
We are baited breath,
The sound of the world
Turning.
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 roovacrag at 11:32 on 11 February 2004
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Moth,owl or tramp they are the night owls no one cares about.Yet the world will carry on turning. xxAlice
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Fearless at 12:29 on 11 February 2004
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I liked this, but wonder about the ending - what if the fluttering of the moths' wings was the force that turned the world? Mind you, this is far better than my paltry effort today.
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miffle at 12:40 on 11 February 2004
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Liked the contrast between 'flickering' and 'flame'. Sad poem to me. Sense of expectancy as you listen to the silence, of waiting for something, anything...'There is no flame' resonated strongly...miffle ;-)
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igbit33 at 18:01 on 11 February 2004
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I find it difficult to stop reading and re-reading this long enough to comment. I like it. Very much.
igbit. xx
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tinyclanger at 22:23 on 11 February 2004
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ooh, full of ..er, I don't exactly know what!
But this has a magic that grabs me and makes me read it over and over to tease out the meanings.
I especially love the first part, ...pointless, empty, comfortless existence?
And the 'Turning' on its own just resonates so deeply.
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tc
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olebut at 16:44 on 17 February 2004
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Dr M
succinct and emotive if it was my poem I would remove the capitals atthe beginning of each line but that is just me and a question of style or zapping word.
take care
david
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