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![]() ![]() ![]() Hi Ben Langhinrichs ![]() I'm JACE ![]() ![]() I invite your attention to the comments below. Please bear in mind these notes are from one on the outside looking in; ultimately only you can decide what's right for your story. ![]() Your title piqued my interest. Being a product of the 70's, my first thought was the hit song Roundabout from Yes. My next step was to the growing number of traffic roundabouts springing up in the local communities in south-central Missouri. Renting a car while visiting France some years back brought roundabouts to the front and center. I liked them. Of course, your roundabout is a bit more stylized, and perhaps rightfully focuses on the intersection between two people communicating. That I did not see coming. You wrote a three-stanza poem with an a-b-a-b rhyming pattern and a meter that felt comfortable. While I've written a fair number of poems during my years here, I've never really felt completely at ease with writing poetry. I really enjoy experimenting with the many varied forms of poetry, but never with a free verse form. Thus, I tend to read poetry out loud. That's how I know I felt comfortable with your offering. Using conversation as a roundabout analogy seems inspired to me. I see such a conversation in a new light; indeed, I've spoken with people who I shall never see quite the same again. Other than my small note below, I can offer nothing to improve your parley. ![]() ![]() ![]() Lost the thread, and I was carried off to miss our destiny. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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