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Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]
Let's follow the poet to his Reach out to touch his Let's follow the poet to his end; Let's find the poet's soul, and then "Hurry! Hurry-up!" or we'll be late "What does a Poet do? He thinks all night. Leans against Shakes out rugs: too much pencil He rides the wind in his dreams. "Dennis, I hope you're not bragging An old Islamic style of poetry, ghazal form (used by Hafez and ((Rumi, 1207 AD; born in Afghanistan. He wrote poems, mystical odes, songs, prayers, etc.; inside his form I think we find most often 'the friend')); the ghazal form, each stanza of three lines amounts to a finished poem in itself; like the Japanese or Chinese haiku, it has its own roots. The question in Mr. Siluk's poem here is not so much the question of plot or ongoing theme or do we find a friend? Rather, we may see the longing for one, as each stanza claims it own path to the center of the web. Rosa Peñaloza Note: #679 5/21/05 Poet/author, Dennis Siluk, his site can be seen at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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