Your laser-sharp focus, plus details that act as brilliant emotional triggers placed me right in the center of your reverie. This is brooding and beautiful, cinematic and intimately meaningful. True art! You never fail to amaze me.
Despite bananas and croissants available to do the little they can do, the poem leaves me with other, unspoken fears . . . as it is meant to. The poem is coy in the way the best literate ghost stories are, and yet you have accomplished this in far less space, far fewer words, than the customary ghost story provides. This succinctness is part of your power as a Poet; part of your pillar-ness as a pillar of PostPoems. I am old enough, and have paid my dues enough, that I can now read what I like, and avoid what I dislike---without owing anyone an explanation. But one of the reasons I like to comment on your poems is to offer that explanation, because your work so splendidly earns its comments.
What a beautiful way to expound on this poem through prose text! And for that I am thankful. Giving equal footing for both the inane and the suggestive does allow the reading mind to take the unspoken to its furthest extension. This 'terse' verse in its succinctness was produced almost in its entirety quite 'psychographically,' for an immediate lack of a better term; only checking to see how the poem 'sits on the page' and how it sounds being read through. Finally, embracing the term 'coy' which can and does carry an impactful negative connotation until context guides the reception and understanding of its particular utilisation as it is here such a strong and positive literary category.
Your laser-sharp focus, plus
Your laser-sharp focus, plus details that act as brilliant emotional triggers placed me right in the center of your reverie. This is brooding and beautiful, cinematic and intimately meaningful. True art! You never fail to amaze me.
Thank you most kindly. I am
Thank you most kindly. I am most humbled by your most welcome response to this poem.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Despite bananas and
Despite bananas and croissants available to do the little they can do, the poem leaves me with other, unspoken fears . . . as it is meant to. The poem is coy in the way the best literate ghost stories are, and yet you have accomplished this in far less space, far fewer words, than the customary ghost story provides. This succinctness is part of your power as a Poet; part of your pillar-ness as a pillar of PostPoems. I am old enough, and have paid my dues enough, that I can now read what I like, and avoid what I dislike---without owing anyone an explanation. But one of the reasons I like to comment on your poems is to offer that explanation, because your work so splendidly earns its comments.
Starward becoming J-Called
What a beautiful way to
What a beautiful way to expound on this poem through prose text! And for that I am thankful. Giving equal footing for both the inane and the suggestive does allow the reading mind to take the unspoken to its furthest extension. This 'terse' verse in its succinctness was produced almost in its entirety quite 'psychographically,' for an immediate lack of a better term; only checking to see how the poem 'sits on the page' and how it sounds being read through. Finally, embracing the term 'coy' which can and does carry an impactful negative connotation until context guides the reception and understanding of its particular utilisation as it is here such a strong and positive literary category.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver