by ABSTRUSE
out here in cyber land. This is a subject close to my
heart. I love how you wrote this: moving to a bitter
climax without pussyfooting around. Good beat to get
you through.
... "honesty deceived you" rings so true.
And 'acid raindrops'.
Fantastic job hon!! ;-)
I watched you rework this in the forums, and was intrigued by the process you went through. I chimed in, there, with my two bits about the process.
You have created a very strong poem, here. My question to you: What now?
...in few words. Very nice, Abs - I feel it right along with you.
Poetry is a strange medium. Inspired by deep feelings, too often the emotion is lost in worrying with form, meter and Rhyme. In this one the words don't seem to matter, I already cannot remember them, but the emotion came through with hurrican force. I still feel it.
Bravo
-Colly
so I'll use my space to simply say this:
I expect to see a lot more of your poems here, A/J :D
(themometer left at default and does not reflect my vote)
is not a strong enough word to describe how much that poem touched me. Wonderful work, Abs. I'll get you for the tears stinging in my eyes. ;)
Brushes the tear from your cheek.
Take that hand in yours
and find peace in it's soft touch.
Very moving ABs.
That one blew right through me with a roar. Devastating. Wonderful. Thank you. LJ
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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