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It's alright. You needn't supply any 'intelligent commentary', as you put it. I'd rather hear peoples thoughts and feelings about my poems. I'm glad it made you feel better. Knowing that my writing has some emotional impact is more important to me than fancy words and analysis.
Yes, in a way the 'I loved him' line was meant to be a shock. But moreover, I wanted to clarify that this was a necessary and kind thing that he was doing, rather than a cruel one. The bird, as I tried to express in the line 'torqued wing', was already injured. It had been mangled by our dog and was not going to live.
So this poem is ultimately both a comment on the nature of mercy, and a tribute to my father.
Hello, Hecate, thank you for the comment on my untitled work. I'm glad that you liked it and didn't think it was godawful . I listen to a lot of Otep-that'd be a band whose vocalist pretty much eats, breathes, and exhales spoken-word poetry-so that's kind of why it seems to be inconsistent, I guess. A lot of times, the rhythm of my speech doesn't match the reader's. And I guess "remember who you are" could be a cliché, but it came into my head one day in my wild existential juvenile days, when I was actually trying to forget who I was (and everything else) so I suppose that phrase represents a lot more to me than it would to the reader -__- oh poetry. Thank you very much for the read and the comment!
Hi Hecate. Thanks for the com on Volcano. Much appreciated. It can be read two ways: As a volcano and as an emotional hu-man experience.
I did mingle with mythology a bit and did interchange here and there because I believe as they do not exist in this reality they will not mind at all.
Further more I am a colour psyche “medium” as in Colour therapy. Reiki Karuna Ki and can see Auras quite distinctly. And I love colours as a mind-over-matter relationship.
Will check your word as well. Regards jm
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. I listen to a lot of Otep-that'd be a band whose vocalist pretty much eats, breathes, and exhales spoken-word poetry-so that's kind of why it seems to be inconsistent, I guess. A lot of times, the rhythm of my speech doesn't match the reader's. And I guess "remember who you are" could be a cliché, but it came into my head one day in my wild existential juvenile days, when I was actually trying to forget who I was (and everything else) so I suppose that phrase represents a lot more to me than it would to the reader -__- oh poetry. Thank you very much for the read and the comment!
