All Comments on 'Hands Feel Your Poetry Burning'

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minsueminsueover 19 years ago
Damn...

Are you quite sure about the "non-erotic" label???

Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnover 19 years ago
Wow!

I love this and require my thermometer.

For those who can notice such things,

these walls must roar

in echo of sentences never spoken,

and other ungodly expressions never exclaimed

into the stale air, this perpetual stench,

indecisives' sweat impregnated

in eiderdown, oak and leather.

Original, moving. Seems all my poet friends are outdoing themselves by leaps and bounds. Nice work.

champagne1982champagne1982over 19 years ago
To be burning

Inside of you,

must be that spark of genius,

awaiting the instant

where you but open your lips

and let the flame burst;

soaring like a solar flare

escaping the gravity

of its tumultuous parent.

I only just discovered this.

echoes_sechoes_sover 19 years ago
absolutely amazing

this poem throws one to the floor and keeps riding over and over every sensation, burning into ones mind, obsessive contemplation is drawn out as every line hits.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
now this is speaking

cutting through core to being. Thank you!

LeBrozLeBrozalmost 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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