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redbrick commented on: Offset by grahf 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Your poem: Your poem looks to delve into the emotional turmoil caused by a significant other's presence, capturing the loss of routine and the resulting inner conflict. The narrator longs for the tranquility of their absence, even at the cost of feeling futile. The vivid imagery and melancholic tone underscore the struggle to adapt and the yearning for peace. This is a powerful synthesis that reaches out to the reader and to the Universe. Or then again, it could be something else entirely [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: PEPPER GLASS DREAMS by georgeschaefer 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Spirals! They were like the: Spirals! They were like the F-18s of the day [ go to comment ]
georgeschaefer commented on: PEPPER GLASS DREAMS by georgeschaefer 35 weeks 2 days* ago* thank you for reading and: thank you for reading and commenting. I found this in an old spiral notebook. I think I wrote it in the early 90's. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: hymn of the exiles by redbrick 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Here's the link to the: Here's the link to the extended version: https://www.postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1126729 [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: O Frenzied Light by redbrick 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Well, perhaps not in the: Well, perhaps not in the traditional and core meaning [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: revelatory by redbrick 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Thank you so much for letting: Thank you so much for letting me know [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: crazy world by uninvited_1 35 weeks 2 days* ago* This has the feel of a raw: This has the feel of a raw outcry: equal parts existential lament and rallying observation. It leans into a kind of modern disillusionment, confronting a world that’s spinning too fast, where meaning slips through the cracks of overstimulation and noise. The repeated line “we’re all living in a crazy world” acts like a heartbeat, anchoring the verses with weary recognition. Here also is real poetry in how it mixes the personal with the universal—“We sow these seeds / and copyright ‘Jesus saves’” captures both spiritual yearning and cynicism about commercialization. And that line: “It’s so easy now to lose your soul,”cuts deep. It doesn’t accuse; it admits. A confession that survival sometimes means compromise. The song doesn't offer solutions, and maybe that’s the point. It’s a mirror held up, not to romanticise the chaos, but to call it what it is. And still, through its repetition and pulse, there’s a shared humanity in the madness. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: fragile equilibrium by redbrick 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Your wonderful poetical: Your wonderful poetical leanings and creativity are quite evident in your wild and imaginative exuberance. A holy grail of comments/reviews; pure poetry. [ go to comment ]
dhicks01 commented on: Back Where I Belong by dhicks01 35 weeks 2 days* ago* Thank you!: Little late, like 15 years, but Thank you! [ go to comment ]
Pungus commented on: fragile equilibrium by redbrick 35 weeks 2 days* ago* As you had entered with a pleasant impression: I'm telling you, friend, there was always a reason I clung to your expertise, even from the start, and from that I gather that these eager viewings of each of your pristine pieces of perfect poetry is perfectly pretty bumblebee bliss!! You have my beating heart bled into the tinctured thrill of your quill spilled in seemingly equally as eager a passion, at that, as though inkblots were ever stretched to riddle ambiguous... Oh, a shot of whiskey please not merely to cheers I hope but also to toast boastingly of your infinite whipping whimsy, Tour de Metaphor, say, all straight ordained from the Crazy Kraton constellation... Anyways, we appreciate your artistry, it being indeed in the spirit of supreme sanctimony... [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: PEPPER GLASS DREAMS by georgeschaefer 35 weeks 3 days* ago* A fragile intensity exhudes: A fragile intensity exhudes form this, like a window just before it cracks. There is a movement through disillusion and fractured perception, trailing the reader through a landscape where artifice and confusion muddles clarity. "Pepper glass" is an evocative phrase that in conjunction with this poem makes it linger in the corner of thoughts. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: lore-keeping by redbrick 35 weeks 3 days* ago* Very kind but also hopefully: Very kind but also hopefully a view that doesn't put off readership. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: Antun likes golf by Teytonon 35 weeks 3 days* ago* If we aren't careful the: If we aren't careful the little Antun within all of us will manifest, some more than others. [ go to comment ]
S74rw4rd-13d commented on: lore-keeping by redbrick 35 weeks 3 days* ago* This single poem, of itself,: This single poem, of itself, proves you are one of the Pillars of this site. [ go to comment ]
redbrick commented on: "Purple Lilac Elephants" by The1TrueMojo 35 weeks 3 days* ago* Something is hypnotic and: Something is hypnotic and dream-spun about this poem—like wandering through a surreal memory where senses melt into each other. The opening lines feel like a gentle reverence for someone radiant, whose presence nourishes and transforms, “her love rains the / water garden beauty”—that image alone feels like soft rainfall through lilacs at dusk. Then the shift: a yearning takes hold. The speaker searching the sky, needing to “recall / the moon / singing,” and it’s both mystical and aching, like trying to remember a feeling more than a fact. The phrase, “honey chant / frantically,” is gorgeously strange—urgency tangled in sweetness. “Friend storm watcher” might just be my favorite moment. Is it a person, a memory, a piece of the speaker’s own identity? It feels like a quiet nod to someone who understands chaos but finds beauty in it. And final image—“a petal / after worship”—is soft and sacred. Something spent, perhaps, yet still pure. Or maybe that’s the magic—it may mean something different to everyone. [ go to comment ]