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I have committed poetry again. It's sort of a relief, because it's the first time in quite a while that I've even had the urge to write, probably over a year.

dark leather stained warm cherry

smoothly embossed knotwork surrounding thin twists and wisps of dragon

slipknot cord uniting the covers tying together disparate words

inside laid out in coloured ink flowing

liquidly from fine tips onto

clean cottony pages held in

with careful red stitches can my thoughts live up to this is it too pretentious for the everyday the only words I can squeeze out any more

it deserves elegant lines to match its own

should record well-turned phrases that look

good on unlined white and subtly proclaim the

creativity and intelligence and skill of the writer


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Oh hey. I liked that. Your rhythm is so smooth and beautiful here. The long line in the middle was surprising and evocative.

I feel like in the first few lines, you are too intent on describing the specific journal while being pretty and oblique; it would be ok to make it more clear what you're talking about and allow the poem to move more quickly and deftly to the second half. In re-reading it, I think it's only the first three and a half lines that I object to; the ones after that are necessary to establish the "false impression" which makes the volta so effective.

The last five lines are fabulous and I love how it ends so quickly and cleanly. And of course, I echo the sentiment whole-heartedly. ^^
Ohmigod, your comment just made my week. This started as an excercise, just to get something down, and the first versions are all one paragraph. I did consciously decide afterwards to get rid of all punctuation and break it up like that; it seemed good to change my style here.

I'm glad the ending works for you; I thought it might be a little abrupt, but I'd said what I wanted to by then.

How's life going down there? Godlet mentioned something about pharmacy school? idk.

your poem

IN THE INTERIM BETWEEN:SUCCUMBING TO RICH ODOURS WROUGHT BY DARK WOODS STAINED DEEP OF FRUIT LADEN SCENTS, THE HAND WASHED COTTON PAPYRUS ESCHUED A
BOLD EDICT,THE DOE EYED WOMAN GASPED AT THE REALIZATION OF HER PEN'S PROWESS,AS OF THE STRENGTH GARNERED HER WHEN A DESPOT ATTEMPTS TO SADDLE HER EMOTION LADEN MIND,AND AS SHE EXHALED THE PUTRESCENT EVIL OF FORCED MEANINGLESS RELATIONS,THE INTERIM MOMENT SLIPPED AWAY,AND HER HAND PRAYED MIGHTILY THE PAPERS DESIRE:AND THE PEN LUGUBRIOUSLY SLATHERED PAPYRUS INTENT,WORDS AND THOUGHTS, UNDAUNTED BY AGE,POURED FORTH AS MIGHTY SCRIPT,A THESPIAN DELIGHTED DREAM,AS OF THE FIRST KNOWLEDGE POETRY,NOT A UNTRAINED MAIDEN WITHOUT THOUGHT OR MORAL,YET A WOMAN OF PROWESS AND COURAGE,BEREFT OF PREJUDICE TO THE SWEET SWAYING BECKONED FORTH OF PAPYRUS TOOL.SHE WROTE,OF POETIC MERIT,AND CLAIMED THE GODDESS RIGHT TO ENTRY LAIN BEFORE BY THE LADEN OF FRUIT SCENTED RICH WOODS OF HER BEING. for you,and for fun,your poem of last was inspiring enough to pen this quick laud to your talent.........jamesatyourdoor,d4qi,protractor,c3po,of late and sillie nethernet and now of more meaningful pursuits....take care.....james...do say hi as you will

Re: your poem

looking to cut and paste my comment to rhia-starsong of her poem of late

Re: your poem

Hello! Thank you for the compliment and the poem. Hope you are doing well. I might be writing more in the future--attempts, both good and bad, will probably show up here and on my DW.
angel!john

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