by Cordelia
I had fun reading this myself
like three times or so...now let me get a dictionary
not a brush, your poem comes so close to a real life I live.
for me it's a pen made of glass. a dip pen? vials of ink meant for talented digit laying back upon the space between thumb and forefinger. A soccer field of relaxation. Kicking with a mind.
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loooooooved it, my god could this poetry have more feeling? I think not. I'll take a pound of this to go please.
amazing, yummy, delicious and whaddya know... an actual poem!
Wow. Just...wow. I loved this poem. I can't even sit and analyze it, just love it.
I might get trashed for this but... I give this poem a 4 based alone on how it phonetically flows and the arousal it gave my intellect.
For the message of the poem, what was trying to be said...I have no idea. I can sense that there is something truly sincere being communicated, but it is, despite being just a few lines long, too elaborate and tied up in the construction of poerty to reach through to me.
Okay, so read it. Again. Find the rhythm. Read it again. It's worth it. Outstanding. And yes, the point is well made.
---it's all been said for me by the others. I'll just say I loved it.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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