tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647521206061931320.post8956274595829374776..comments2023-10-28T11:03:27.075-04:00Comments on THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART: BADLY BROKEN WINDY CITYWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02649275109990415030noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647521206061931320.post-48679193163938734732009-10-28T21:22:27.692-04:002009-10-28T21:22:27.692-04:00Thanks Wendy. The more bad I tried to write it, th...Thanks Wendy. The more bad I tried to write it, the less bad it became, proving once again that there is no bad poetry, only bad grammar. (Don't ask me what that meant, I'm tap dancing here.)Walt Wojtanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02649275109990415030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647521206061931320.post-69401769911404557632009-10-28T14:56:21.082-04:002009-10-28T14:56:21.082-04:00If that was meant to be bad, it failed. I liked i...If that was meant to be bad, it failed. I liked it. I liked the way you broke up the lines and sections.<br /><br />This was my favorite part:<br /><br />"But I digress.<br />In the winter of his content<br />the young forlorn lad had bought a soda and shook<br />hands with the devil knowing full well<br /><br />he had better not make any deals<br />until all the cards are on the table and back on deck."<br /><br />I love the phrase "in the winter of his content."Wendy Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06240583852940769313noreply@blogger.com