by paul_chowder
very nicely done. Some of it, some I don't understand, not sure about the eyelids part, but the late afternoon made into a zebra bowl, that is fantastic, one of those things I wished I would have thought of. If I wasn't so slavish, etc.
of smithpeter. I ask, what does a canoe have to do with this poem?
I enjoyed the "newness" of it as opposed to the crap that has been appearing here lately. keep writing!
~ maria
it speaks to me of being firm and streamlined - slipping into the channel, gliding through the waters of life, the quiet deepwaters, the rush and tumble of the white, the yearning ache of heading out over the falls...
the originality of the bats/skin-tags/zebra-bowled afternoon make this a refreshingly novel write. that zebra-bowl thing really has me thinking... not sure of your intent, but what i see is a strangely-shaped view through the fringing of eyelashes, and the connotations of life in the wild :)