I can admire a well-written, lyrical personal narrative; although I try to find its impersonal core. Usually with slim success. Too much sugar does not inspire me. A line here or there, yes. The same with sentiment. I'm looking for the actual hole in the donut, which doesn't sell and, as they say, is illusive.
Mining Towns p. 18-
ReplyDeleteDemoralizing the divide they crossed
in plenty of time--the wraith with
her wanting invisible, the stolid
gentleman who knew the way,
a lady of many disciplines,
and her puppy warm to the touch.
She exclaims Aha as if it mattered
on and on
&
sugar remains on the tray
reminds her of a promise