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

accomplished
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. ^^
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
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,prot
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