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WINGS

PostPosted: November 19, 2009, 09:45:10 AM
by rick tornello
Your two dragons, a twin piston bike? HD Ducati Suzuki??
as it kicks in and the road opens, a road you know, safe from cops and deer, as the G force pushes you back and the music of the engines, especially the sound of an HD as it transitions at a certain RPM, and fills your head body and soul, yes I know that one, if that's the one you refer to.

On the other hand if you refer to being enshrouded in the protective metal of a lone twin engined fighter, never done it. One thing I would have always liked to do.

In case you can't tell, I liked your poem.

RT

PostPosted: November 19, 2009, 12:13:30 PM
by davidsonhero
My dragons are not much for words


They're not much for words, and yet Joseph Roque has brilliantly captured them with words. I love the irony.

and scream my name,
three times in succession--


I can hear it.

The poem threw me off during my first quick reckless read. I had a traditional fantasy image in mind after the first 10 lines. Richard's critique cleared it up for me. (assuming our interpretation is the poet's intended one) But that reveal is one of the brilliant things about the poem.

I attempted a motorcycle poem at one point; this is much better than my attempt.

A sweet poem Joseph!

Hero

Much for Words?

PostPosted: November 19, 2009, 08:40:48 PM
by TaoPhoenix

a god

PostPosted: November 20, 2009, 05:29:39 PM
by bottomdweller
"Show me just before I die
What it is to be a god."

Perhaps that's all that any of us want, really. As writers, we all relish these life-changing moments when we...simply...are. Well said, Joseph, well said.