Great rant you can feel the: Great rant you can feel the powerful emotions at play and the despair. Pain often brings profound insights. I am so sad that you are feeling anything like this. Happiness is fleeting but better fleeting than not at all. If happiness lasted it woukd become mundane and none would want it. Its tough but I'm sure you are tougher. So glad to hear from you. Tight Hugss and prayerss always xx
Cue the surreal and menacing: Cue the surreal and menacing music . . .
Truly awesome, the clutching power you unleashed in this brilliantly terrifying lament written from the POV of the denizens of "There". The poem moves with a cleverly plodding, dirge-like cadence through increasing levels of "unrelenting, unchanging despair" until finally "There" becomes "Here".
The progression of horror is consuming because the gravity of the speakers' collective voice and the viewpoint put the reader right into the center of the ring. It's an immersive wordscape, an audacious poetic feat, a success.
Congratulations on this!
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if I fail reminesse and call to action retort
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i read rhyme of release and the palence of theif
never rare in the air of the fast before feet
fastingnof feet I should say something sweet
but the lines of amphetamine call to the sheet
Graceful: Response neuter palis was pen retort.
enter paradises we called allot and made a remark talbot
ton was the vice and knew my mine would expect after dark when
the late of the rise.
call ties I am sorted, and new
did I bother to hue? A bunker belief if the shape wasn't new.
I had all the queens horses and all out of sort...
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I kept silent: Yet still it was expectation that regarded my thought
Time flooded in and gazing at stars was something to do.
let us now therefore , no condemnation to those in Christ Jesus
called according to his purpose.
for there is no forward thinking in the response of a madman is there?
we would keep to ourselves and had a long list of reasons.not y
so we tried to tell ourself what it was that God really wanted from our lives.
search the response and make a query not an inquiry. There is a significant difference.
I thought this was a creative: I thought this was a creative and fun piece! I enjoyed reading it and I love the style and scheme used. This is overall well written in my opinion. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you very much, fine: Thank you very much, fine wordsmith, for your validating and captivating reflections. I just read your latest poem and I'm still entranced. So honored by your support.
You did it. You made the: You did it. You made the sublime happen, and now I have to go back and read it again so I can fully appreciate just how you made it happen.
I had so many transporting and intoxicating experiences from line to outstanding line that I was, in brief poetic ecstasy, right there under "the moon and Mercury", and between the "untamed spirits" and an enchantress worthy of making a mortal ask: "Am I a willow tree, or a howling cat/ I can not tell . . . "
Then, in a state of transcendental awe and with a wondrous, delicate touch, you breathed poetry fit for the ages:
"and I am the owl
that wakes from a dream
to hoot
at the rippled reflection
of the moon
waiting for another
late
night conquest"
Bowing to your wizardry. Encore!
a common love: We share in our love of lakes and willows – and what lay above and below. Something magical therein dwells – to the woken eye. Be it night or day.
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