tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post7209855101924988137..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday July 17th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-72065648743967801932016-08-03T00:41:50.663-07:002016-08-03T00:41:50.663-07:00Greg - pretty sure he was tired. I think he's ...Greg - pretty sure he was tired. I think he's also dealing with the transition from being an only child to being an older brother.<br /><br />Fantastic poem. Really enjoyed the form you chose, as well as its content. I think the final two stanzas are my favorite, but it's not an easy call.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-65605339084913928712016-07-18T22:32:12.794-07:002016-07-18T22:32:12.794-07:00Did Max ever explain what was making him cranky? ...Did Max ever explain what was making him cranky? I usually find I'm at my second-least co-operative when I'm just tired and really want to be left alone. (I'm at my least co-operative when I can see someone really wants me to be co-operative but won't actually come out and ask me directly.) Still, the screen door sounds good. I hope you're leaving a little snake-flap there so that Mr. Wriggles doesn't feel unwelcome after you install it!<br />Hmm, I really liked the "Yes" response to "Blackberries or Nectarines" (not least because I knew that was going to be the answer), but I wasn't quite expecting the last line, so good work on surprising me. But... this sounds, from previous posts, like it should actually have happened. So where had Miles been tidied away to?<br /><br /><b>Getting carried away</b><br />We're dressed up like humans,<br />We walk through the hallways,<br />We nod to each other,<br />We burble and natter...<br />We act like things matter.<br /><br />Masquerade fantasies<br />Like mayflies in flight last<br />For only one night then<br />The music stops playing.<br /><br />We dress up like humans,<br />We wonder what drove them,<br />To circle each other<br />To talk and to chatter...<br />Of things that don't matter.<br /><br />It <i>was</i> just a hundred<br />To learn why they did it,<br />And then a few more, and then a few more.<br />Then they were gone; we had<br />To study and mimic<br />And dress up like humans<br />And walk through the hallways...<br /><br />[Return to start]<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com