PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

"Double barreled" made me see: "Double barreled" made me see fumes exiting from both nostrils, so the image goes full circle from the perpetrators to the ones that have been violated. 

Thank you Patricia. Slapping: Thank you Patricia. Slapping together is quite inadequate, even with the making of a proper sandwich and to sit down and bring a poem into being is somewhat akin to sculpting and other visual art forms, including architecture and engineering design, only with thought through words. I suppose as with photography, poetry may be mistakenly taken for a shallow point and shoot scribble and slap together affair. Which is why there is a modicum of respect towards poems and poets that exemplify through their finished work the evidences of thought, consideration, crafting and marrying thought with articulative expression. In so saying I am privileged at the assessments that have been thoughtfully laid out in the Reply Boxes each time a person chooses to journey with my poems rather than just gloss over them or slapdash a comment with a dismissive peremptoriness. This shows me how much they have themselves have gone through similar if not even more intricate a process in their poetical endeavours. 

What he said. I agree with: What he said.   I agree with the scholar and word virtuoso, Starward, that structure was not just a slapped-together foundation for the content in this ravishing work of art, but content itself.     Cadence, form and the purest pain are chiseled to an otherworldly beauty that needs no further embellishment from me.   Your accomplishment speaks for itself.   Respect and awe. 

This poem is not only one of: This poem is not only one of your finest, it is one of the finest I have read, here or anywhere else, in a long, long time.  I am particularly impressed by its double effect:  the meaning of the content it presents, and the beauty of the way the words assemble and conduct the poetic process as it moves through the lines.  In most poems the content as presented is paramount, and the arrangement of the words is subordinate, almost to the point of being ignored by many readers.  But in this poem, the impact of the content and the effect of the poem's physical construction---the words, chosen, the contours of the line, etc.---are equally beautiful.  It reminds me of one of the old spring driven, key-wound, clocks (I happen to own one---inherited through my father from my great-grandfather).  One can look at the face to get the time of day (which is how most poems are treated).  Or one can open the clock and look at the beautiful arrangement of the gears, the perfect balance of the escapement:  and this is the verbal structure of your poem.  I am very, very (and highly, highly) impressed by your verbal skill and artistry.  The balance and movement of a clock's internal gearing is like the balance and movement of the stars and planet upon the face of the sky.  And your poem's beauty and structure occupies that vertical area between them.

No problem: I actually started out writing lyrics then moved onto poetry then started writing both. So that is why you see both on my profile.

In my head yes: But I don't play and instrument and can't read or write music so unfortunately no. I would like for them to be at some point though.

Your un-poems are a thousand: Your un-poems are a thousand poems in one. Delightful possibilities! Enjoyed revisiting this one.