[stylist] Poem - "Talking Dogs" - Secondish Draft

[William L Houts]

HI Brigit,

Thank you for your kind remarks!  I think that what's happening for me 
is that I've spent my whole life struggling to express myself without 
falling into cliche.  And after forty some odd years of doing this, my 
efforts are finally showing fruits of that intention.  I think it's been 
true of me for a long time now, actually, but nowadays it's true, and 
also paired with a subtler sense of style and diction.  Anyway, enough 
of blatting my me-horn.  My best regards go to you, Brigit, as always.


=--Bill








On 5/22/2015 10:26 AM, Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter via stylist wrote:
> Bill,
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> You always have such a unique way in which to describe the world. As always,
> I love your use of diction and metaphor. That brain of yours is mighty
> creative, smile.
>
> Bridgit
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> Subject: [stylist] Poem - "Talking Dogs" - Secondish Draft
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> Good Morning, Fellow Blinkie Artists,
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> Just finished the following poem a little while ago.  I don't think it's of
> much account, compared to some other poems of mine, but maybe it's not
> without its charms, if I can say so without seeming a bit of a
> stinky cheese.   Comments welcome, as always.
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> --Bill
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> A blind man's enchanted gear these times,
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> my wristwatch speaks the hour and day,
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> like some elf or fairy sage, correct and to the moment.
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> The world is advancing, or turning backward:
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> same result either way, it seems, with spirit voices
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> giving hints and tireless guidance
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> to the dim of eye or scattered mind.
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> Almost, almost the sighted envy us. Just last month,
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> a lady, startled by my time-ghost voice, remarked
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> that it might be fun, this blindness thing, or don't you agree?
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> I could have told her that eyehs have never
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> been surpassed for coolness; gear as finely crafted
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> as an emperor's robot hawk from fairy tales.
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> Braille is great, but reading English, for those
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> whose eyes have dimmed in later life,
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> accept all keenly crafted tech, but reflect
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> on foundered joys from time to time. And yet, I say,
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> that if you plan to lose your eyes,then do it now,
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> when voices kind in sleek metallic togs
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> speak the way like gold angelic talking dogs.
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"