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changing a fuse

 

how old was I

                      nine

                     I don’t remember

 

too young though

 to change

       a fuse

 

my brother stood

                   serious eyes

 

 part of the home stood

                                     still

                no stylus grooved

                nor wireless sang

                  or lamp shone

 

here

my dad said

you do this

and you do that

 

 wires

       were

cut

 a screw turned

 

half way up the stairs

and

half way down the stairs

 

I watched

 

not part of the scene

 

My sister ignored them

I never learnt

◄ the pins don’t work

sunday snow ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 14th Mar 2012 16:57

I enjoyed this a lot, and follow Steve Black's line of thinking. The poem reads better every time through - a real talent for writing and innovative formatting. Maybe the 'electrical flow' was subliminal.

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Glyn Pope

Sun 11th Mar 2012 20:23

'what's the difference between a vertical gap/pause and a horizontal gap/pause? Or what are they meant to signify?' I would take the vertical pause as a stutter as the electric current tries to flow, a horizontal pause as either no power or power flowing smoothly. You made me think about it. Thank you.

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Ray Miller

Sun 11th Mar 2012 20:07

Yes, I see that's the intended effect.Here's a question I've asked poets before and never got a satisfactory answer - what's the difference between a vertical gap/pause and a horizontal gap/pause? Or what are they meant to signify?
And ta for your kind words on Fame.

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Glyn Pope

Fri 9th Mar 2012 21:56

It's about how you would read it our loud. Gaps for pauses.

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Glyn Pope

Fri 9th Mar 2012 20:01

I wanted it to stop and start. Rather like the electric current in the poem doesn't flow properly.

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Ray Miller

Fri 9th Mar 2012 19:50

Yeah, I liked this. This bit and the stairs lines are nicely done.

here

my dad said

you do this

and you do that

Is there some kind of shape to the poem? Or have I been squinting my eyes in vain?


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winston plowes

Mon 5th Mar 2012 15:35

I enjoyed this too Glyn, An unusual subject to chose and skillfully handled to get your message accross. Worked for me. Win

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Glyn Pope

Mon 5th Mar 2012 11:48

'On the surface this seems a simple recollection of a basic procedure but methinks there is a lot more going on.' and of course you are correct, Steve. As the youngest I lost a lot. I suppose gained more in that I wasn't pressured 'to do well' and I was spoilt because that was the easiest way. But sometimes spoilt children are neglected. My sister ignored them because she was a girl and girl's didn't do men's work. Thanks for your comment Steve.

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