Bladder full of blood: Don't mind me, better that you do, I'm simply pinning this page, for the best vampire poem I ever experienced! And that's putting my pride aside, because it reminded me of a masculine twist to this-perhaps with my tale "Cardamax"
thanks for dropping by. I: thanks for dropping by. I have many variations of breakfast of champions and lunch for a king. I have way too much time on my hands.
The poem may feel to you like: The poem may feel to you like it was a bit forced, but this is only one of the falsifications of the writer's block you have experienced. To me (admittedly an old man, but I have been reading poetry since the spring of 1973), the poem flows quite well, without any evidence of being forced, and it describes what is, unfortunately, too universal an experience. I went through something like this way back when my life was at its lowest ebb in 1981. I thought I would never escape it, but, paraodoxically, the feeling of never escaping is just a distraction while time, passing, effects the escape. (I recommend Mary Shelley's Introduction to the 1831 edition of her novel, Frankenstein, for her description of the enormous frustration of writer's block.) That you have written this successful and eloquent poem suggests, to me, that the writer's block is beginning, like an untimely fog, to dissipate from you.
"an aurora of devotion" Now: "an aurora of devotion" Now that's gold!
Your entire cosmic dance of love has a skyrocketing movement that underscores the fervent emotion. I was really feeling it from start to finish, and with galactic references and word choices that plant images of luminescence in the reader's mind, I never wanted to land.
A lyrical, heart-gripping, deftly-written excursion.
Like the virtuoso that you: Like the virtuoso that you are, you summoned powerful emotions in this journey from childhood classrooms to "the triumph of understanding" one experiences in advanced curriculums.
The sense of challenge, discovery and wonderment that only learning can bring is brought back to my own memory with relatable images that, like certain scents, can jolt the memory and make us long for those moments when it was all new.
After taking us there, these words punch the heart like a fist:
"Where is my lost
world"
A spellbinding lesson in excellent writing.
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