It has been sometime since I saw any of your verses. How refreshing to read
"ruby red turned out merely pink" and then the pause of between stanzas that lets the sound and colour work through their resonance for the reader. So this first stanza plays the sound of red/ against read/ and bled and all of the assorted associations of what it might mean to bleed and be well read, and ruby and its connotations of running after something rare. or merely pink, but what is merely pink is elusive, not sure, but left hanging between this stanza and the next
"one's hunger if not starvation held"
yes, each wee stanza a type of 'logopoeia' the sense of of a verse, and its phanaopoeia -- sound __ working with words that are not said. because no longer able to sustain their sense or meaning. famish behind hunger.
"ruby red turned
out merely pink" and then the pause of between stanzas that lets the sound and colour work through their resonance for the reader. So this first stanza plays the sound of red/ against read/ and bled and all of the assorted associations of what it might mean to bleed and be well read, and ruby and its connotations of running after something rare. or merely pink, but what is merely pink is elusive, not sure, but left hanging
between this stanza and the next
"one's hunger if
not starvation
held"
yes, each wee stanza a type of 'logopoeia' the sense of of a verse, and its phanaopoeia -- sound __ working with words that are not said. because no longer able to sustain their sense or meaning. famish behind hunger.
and so and so forth
as usual
as I read
as/is
and was
thanks again!
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