Comments on: The Dollar in the Wishing Well http://shortpoem.org/the-dollar-in-the-wishing-well/ if compression is the first grace of style Tue, 17 Apr 2012 02:46:27 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Kristina Baer http://shortpoem.org/the-dollar-in-the-wishing-well/comment-page-1/#comment-755 Kristina Baer Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:00:24 +0000 http://shortpoem.org/?p=1024#comment-755 I go back to Wellfleet. Summer of 1953 (or so). Damp, foggy, rainy week--my parents were going crazy with the four of us (6, 4, 3, 1 in age). So we went to the beach in the rain. On the surf side. Where I spent hours collecting pebbles--emerald green, lapis blue, garnet, citrine, peridot, and so forth. My jewels. I couldn't wait to show my friends at home my treasure, carefully stashed, hidden away, until I got back to Vermont. Where the pebbles, now dry, now earthbound, had dulled to a nondescript muddy brown. I tried putting them in water, to revive them. Nada. I made up a story about the homesick pebbles, gradually fading away. One good thing: The piece of green sea glass I found that day didn't let me down. Until I read your poem, I had forgotten the pebbles. Thanks I go back to Wellfleet. Summer of 1953 (or so). Damp, foggy, rainy week–my parents were going crazy with the four of us (6, 4, 3, 1 in age). So we went to the beach in the rain. On the surf side. Where I spent hours collecting pebbles–emerald green, lapis blue, garnet, citrine, peridot, and so forth. My jewels. I couldn’t wait to show my friends at home my treasure, carefully stashed, hidden away, until I got back to Vermont. Where the pebbles, now dry, now earthbound, had dulled to a nondescript muddy brown. I tried putting them in water, to revive them. Nada. I made up a story about the homesick pebbles, gradually fading away. One good thing: The piece of green sea glass I found that day didn’t let me down. Until I read your poem, I had forgotten the pebbles.

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]]> By: Mark http://shortpoem.org/the-dollar-in-the-wishing-well/comment-page-1/#comment-741 Mark Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:19:46 +0000 http://shortpoem.org/?p=1024#comment-741 The phonetic quality of this poem is very demonstrable of its subject: Like a coin quavering and shimmying on it's way down to the "abject bottom." I really enjoyed it and felt it tug on my breath as each lined passed. Deceptively simple. The phonetic quality of this poem is very demonstrable of its subject: Like a coin quavering and shimmying on it’s way down to the “abject bottom.” I really enjoyed it and felt it tug on my breath as each lined passed. Deceptively simple.

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