by Anschul
This poem mentioned on the New Poems Review thread in literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks.
What a leap from formal to free form! A foreign eye which not only penetrates every corner into the huge land which still wishes to be hidden, but also an eye which is compassionate and above all, an eyse which knows how to translate what it sees so that we can feel and see it too.
A bit of free form that seems to want to spew forth with its own intensity, to display a vision demanding to be seen, with seemingly random snippets shot out with an intense staccato urgency.