14 pages of poetry, some of it from The Rialto and The Spectator.
"The Rebuke" is in loose couplets -
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Which is why now In bereavement's wake, the undertow Of loss, I fear the doldrum drift From one false start to another, to be left Behind by what was once The creative certainty of chance |
"A Granddaughter's farewell" is an anecdote - touching, though it doesn't need line breaks. "Piano man" is too light for me -
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The audience roars And he rides its applause To the finishing line Then, taking his time, He gets up to bow As he wipes his brow |
The final poem's final stanza starts with "But does it help me at all/ to write like this? Probably not/ so to those who have read thus far/ I give you leave to go, as I shall now, about the business/ of getting on with things,/ making the best of what remains"
I don't think I had comprehension problems with these poems. They seemed a bit middling though.
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