8 January 2005: Here's a knownstream poem I liked enough to post here. Just to show (again) I can like songmode poems. Conelly has other good poems at Sticks Press.
I found him at this site because I also have some poems there.
False Summons
Outside a woman calls my name
and though it's night, and she's a stranger,
I start up blinking just the same.
Her voice is laced with hurt or danger.
She skirts the darkened shrubs and lawn
still calling, I deduce, her cat.
I can lie back again and yawn.
No woman wants me quite like that.
William Conelly
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Anything with a cat in it works for me. Its sardonic ending is in the same key as many of the endings of my Poem poems, too. The way it jumps subject--appropriately and wittily, makes the poem--although the situation is richly imaged, and would be enough for a good poem by itself. I think, though, that I'd rename it--to, say, "Awakening to My Name." Well, maybe to something better. My point is that the present title somewhat over-forecasts the story told. Just to say something negative, which is always important for me!
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