The songs in The Underground Opera are
a little bit hard to hear, at first.
In the slippage of days, long run on the stage, moms’
minor key melodies and those of their raggle-tag
kids jostle with horns through thin walls, the jangle of
fast-moving cars, the clamour of claptrap critics.
But the hero’s words are clear:
his song splits open the air.
margaretmaryjoyce 
njoyed the play of sound, the sibilants contrasting the hard k sounds and reflecting the nature of those sounds at the same time.
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Thank you, Carol,
I’m humbled that you’ve taken the time to read this poem, and that you ‘heard’ it!! What fun!!
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Hi Margaret,
Once again you have
juxtaposed me into a
new view of chronology.
M
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Hi Marilyn, That’s wonderful! And, as always, you’re very kind to put your response into words here.
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