My poem “Helsinki” can be found at Panoply. It was inspired in part by a Facebook thread on which editors commented on what caused them to instantly reject poems. One said beginning a poem at a window was cause for rejection. Hence the first line.
My poem “Helsinki” can be found at Panoply. It was inspired in part by a Facebook thread on which editors commented on what caused them to instantly reject poems. One said beginning a poem at a window was cause for rejection. Hence the first line.
Hearing you read the last stanza really brings the first stanza to life, echoing it more than text could.
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That’s the beauty of recording – poets can capture their pieces as they hear them in their own minds. I had fun with this recording – the cafe and cobblestone sounds were actually recordings from Finland. Not that anyone would notice. Ha!
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🙂
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Absolutely great, line after line…
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Thanks, Daniel. The contrarian in me doesn’t like to be told what I shouldn’t write. Ha!
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Really loved the imagery.
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Thanks very much, Emily.
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Those background sounds DO add to the charm … and that edge of defiance in your voice accented by footsteps (at least, that’s what my ears heard) is a perfect blend. This is a delightful listen. Thank you!
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Thank you! What you call defiance, Stephanie L. Harper would call insolence. You’re both right. Ha!
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The neighborhood dogs’ response to the griddling of sausages was also a delicious pairing for such an entree of defiance! You certainly know a thing or two about indulging in insolence… 😉
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I have much experience in indulging my insolence!
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Useful limitations when nothing else works…..A frosted pane I’ll never truly unlatch. Perfect.
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Thanks, Jilanne! Poetry is an odd creature…
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Excellent
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Thank you, Candice!
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Love that ending!
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Thanks, Luanne. This was a fun one to write and record.
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I really enjoyed listening to you read this poem, Robert, and the faint atmospheric sounds are so fitting. Looking at the cobblestones and hearing the footfalls was a little hypnotic😊.
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Thank you, Leslie. Many (or most) of my poems don’t lend themselves to such playfulness, but this one’s journey seemed to ask for a little enhancement. 🙂
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