SUBJECT>Re: The Hat Challenge POSTER>amy EMAIL>amymatic@yahoo.com DATE>1109195621 IP_ADDRESS>c-66-41-16-200.mn.client2.attbi.com PASSWORD>aaoVDlSrccRqw PREVIOUS>83789 NEXT> 83795 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

Laurel,

Hey that "smashes my hair worse" was one of my favorite lines, but that's neither here nor there. I wrote a response to your hat poem that suggested that you include a play on "who can turn the world on with her smile" and then I went back and realized that you had, it's just that I hadn't figured out the reference yet. Haha, yay delete post.
Enjoyed,

Amy

: ...for when I should have turned and headed
: home.

: My eyes keep returning to that line. There's
: something so Frost-ish about it. Just now,
: it conjures: two roads diverged in the
: woods, and I...

: I should've turned...but kept going.

: I'll be carrying that line of yours around in
: me for days to come. Thank you for that.
: It's all I ask of any poem, that it
: resonate, that it outlive its life on the
: page. That it buries itself like a seed
: inside me.

: 2 nits--and don't worry, I won't fuss with your
: linebreaks (grin). First, what about:
: smashes my hair flatter...

: And second, what about ending the poem on the
: penultimate line? "Who will see me in
: the woods anyway?

: Hope you don't mind but I took your hat
: challenge too. My initial attempt was very
: me. A very cold bitter poem about a wife
: watching her husband shovel snow, hatless.
: Made me shiver reading it. So, I gave it
: another stab. Something a bit more
: lighthearted.

: Thanks for the "challenge". And
: thanks for that line.

: Laurel