Typing

[hallaig]

Typing


Under my keyboard
a note left in July,
unanswered.
There is a lemon sky
hung on ribs of blind
and real life passes,
mere folds in air,
while we, like lovers
behind tower windows,
watch white fields unroll.

[hillwalker]

An interesting one - not sure if the 'white fields' unrolling are the sheets of paper fed through your typewriter or actual fields, but a fine poem however you interpret it.

The 5th and 7th lines are particularly evocative.

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[Bar22do]

"blind" as opposed to "real" fosters reflection about what is real at all...

"we, like lovers behind the tower windows"

is a great phrase which, with a bit of extrapolation, makes me think of Max Eastman's "At the Aquarium" http://www.bartleby.com/104/96.html

A nice poem, Hallaig! Thanks for sharing it.

[Delta40]

I got the impression this is a reflection on the relationship between man and typewriter as the outer world passes him by and if so, I found it very thought provoking.

[qimissung]

I'm not sure what it means, but like hack you say a lot with very little.

[blank|verse]

I've read this one a few times now, and feel I want to like it more than I do; probably because the second half of the poem loses me too much in abstractions. There are some great images and it's a shame it doesn't add up to something more satisfying.