Thank you for reading my poem, sir.: Thank you for reading my poem, sir. (Once again, I appreciate feedbacks that are as honest as the criticisms that you give.)
I, sometimes, have not found out how to express something while in the spur of the moment. Therefore, I try out any style in which to express something (e.g., how I sometimes dream of other cultures out of a deep curiosity about their own peaceable nature or enchanting environs—but in a free verse form). I was just hoping to contain whatever essence I must have in between these lines & somehow relay those abstract ideas to my readers—although, admittedly, sometimes these might seem forcible or constrained or, worse, affected (which I'm afraid most of my posts are).
Besides, I'm doing this mostly on the fly (around these times when I probably just got home, or while in transit & post-shift, ..and then, sometimes, something hits me or suddenly occurs to me.)
Maybe, I am still exploring the art of poetry itself and whenever I am broaching a particular topic or subtopic (or other correlatives); I myself could not pass judgement on anybody's style or way of making poems, to know as a matter of fact (i.e. aesthetics) what truly makes a beautiful poetic expression. But your comment is one that is sure to be remembered. Its importance noted. (Got to go, now. Have a good one.)
Thank you The Real Deal : That's means a lot to me, you saying I'm the real deal. I kind of surprised myself with that ending. Some issues that are being worked out are best worked out in poetry. I'm safe now and thought it tamed but apparently not.
Great message from the lyrics. : I feel the same way at times. I've actually written several song lyrics myself, hopefully you get a chance to read some of them sometime.
Thank you, Patricia. The kind: Thank you, Patricia. The kind and soulful spirit you always share in commenting is an embellishment of the words I share. Thank you. I'm grateful for your appreciation.
powerful and so very moving.: powerful and so very moving. I too know how it feels to deal with what seems like an endless rage after suffering many years of torture from someone I trusted and thought cared for me. drinking from the well of poison and anger only makes it worse. somehow we must learn to overcome and move past the horror of our rage before it consumes us whole.
I imagined these striking: I imagined these striking lyrics pounding and thrashing in compatible waves of sound, and they came to life: powerful, unrelenting and unapologetic life! You have an instinctive gift for lyrics that deserve to be heard and not just read, but I feel fortunate to receive them in any form I can.
The question you ask is one that rattles in my own mind at every turn, and the way you spilled it in this deluge of frustration and social consciousness is knock-out brilliant. Bravo!
Your clever montage ends with: Your clever montage ends with meaningful contemplation and a brilliant definition of our yearly attempt at resolution. Stunning work.
Your poems are always: Your poems are always bursting with deeper meaning, savvy visuals and ingenious symbolism that are incredibly satisfying to savor. You also know how to send shock waves through the most delicate and evocative poems: I'm still devastated by "The atrocities of your memory" in "What Do You See?".
Amazing work. You're the real deal.
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