Ode to a Dying Diva O D E
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B y GAIL E ISEN HART
Some say they prefer simplicity. Personally, I like the challenge of nuance. Your subtle flourish excites me, such a contrast to the bold linear type favored lately. I’ve admired you for decades. The idea you’ll soon be just a memory staggers me. Critics claim you wander in circles, twist and turn endlessly. Your style and eye appeal are matchless . . . those soft rounded vowels; the fluid stroke of the y; the final swish of your s. It’s not that you’re indirect, dear one — consider how you dot each i and cross each t. The way you make a point is masterful. As I contemplate the hours I’ve spent perfecting my technique to capture you, I admit an effortless flow has been a challenge. Oh beautiful Cursive, don’t go! The idea you’ll disappear is simply un-inkable.
Gail Eisenhart’s poems can be seen in, Assisi, Cantos: A Literary & Arts Journal, Generations of Poetry, Specter, Jet Fuel Review, The New Verse News and New Mirage. A retired executive assistant, she works part time at the Belleville (IL) Public Library. She travels in her spare time, collecting memories that show up in new poems. This is Gail’s second appearance in The Centrifugal Eye.
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