RAAC (A concrete poem with with holes in)
By Ewan
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green grow the rushes
oh I don’t know
gringo,
the green is the rain and the cloud gift
of forgotten gods
gambling on their tiny creations
imagine we are imagined
by others
no
more
real
than
promises imagine we have imagined ourselves don’t
you think
we should have thought of something better
green turns the water
where fish don’t go,
gill-bound,
the green is the poisoned gift
of careless us
gambling on our wasteful creations
imagine we have imagined
no others
are
more
real
than
denials denying we have denied ourselves don’t
you know
we could have done everything better
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One to read over again, and
One to read over again, and then the message emerges - nice one Ewan.
Dougie Moody
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We could have done everything
We could have done everything better. Very creative with the concrete foundations of a wonderful poem.
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An important environmental
An important environmental message couched within such creativity. It's a travesty what we are doing to rivers and waterways.
As much going on between the lines as there is on them. I tip my poetic hat to another one of your poems at the boundaries of convention.
Bravo, Ewan.
[It might even inspire me to finally write another poem myself. It's been a while.]
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