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Poem Up at The Night Heron Barks

Posted on February 14, 2021 by robert okaji

7 thoughts on “Poem Up at The Night Heron Barks”

Lucy on February 12, 2021 at 10:25 am said:

Congratulations on the publication! Your poem is chilling and mesmerizing to the bone. Wow…

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- robert okaji on February 12, 2021 at 10:58 am said:
  
  Thanks very much, Lucy. It’s part of a crown of sonnets that I’ve never completed. Maybe someday.
  
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Jazz Jaeschke on February 12, 2021 at 12:42 pm said:

Impressive! Congratulations.
A highly evocative recording, leaving me pondering hand in vise … self-imposed physical torture to break the flow of emotional torture?

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- robert okaji on February 12, 2021 at 1:51 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Jazz. Yes! Or perhaps a metaphor meaning the same. I suppose it can be read either way. 🙂
  
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Ken / rivrvlogr on February 13, 2021 at 1:07 pm said:

Well done, Bob, and in good company.

And your words, as if ooking out to look within. Wonderful.

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- Ken / rivrvlogr on February 13, 2021 at 1:08 pm said:
  
  * Of course I meant “looking,” unless ooking works for you! 😉
  
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  - robert okaji on February 13, 2021 at 1:54 pm said:
    
    Thanks, Ken. It’s always thrilling to be published. And yes, “ooking” works for me. I’m about to start “ooking” dinner, which will take about five hours to complete. 🙂
    
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