 Dirty Wallpaper 2003-10-17 . chapter 1often i hvae to listen to music whilst i read your poems becayse sometimes the intensity of them, the power, is just to much to absorb i have to have something to lift my mind so i can see the poem for what it is. this one was definitely different to your usuals...though the first stanza i thought was very much like your usual intensity the stanzas following were so much more...gentle...subtle...slow and most importantly, exquisitely beautiful.
hm, i think it was just the song (bic runga: bursting through) which gave the poem a deadly calm atmosphere...but i think it just made your poem all the more eerie and effective.
hm, fav lines...thinking thinking...
can i jsut say quickly i really loved the 2 liners, they were clear as day and really made the concept of loss resonate in my mind even after i had stopped reading...
"I think of desires in beautiful dreams/
Still scared of the inevitable anguish"
just really really loved it, so realistic, and teh way you described it made it sound all the more painful.
lets just say i loved all the 2 liners, the very last stanza which i thought basically summed up the 2 liners perfectly, and also the single line at the end was so chilling - wonderful.
great poem, i loved loved, kudos.
PS: sorry i havent been reviewing lately, im sure you will understand if i just say lifes been a rollercoaster. |
 Plato's Optic Runaway 2003-09-24 . chapter 1yes, it's a change of pace. but it's a good change...i love the title; the ending is wonderful too. i'll try to read you more..sorry about that. oh, on my latest thing, secondhand sunshine, umm...the thing you wrote about how horrible flamers are...were you referring to the flame on that? Yes, i wrote that myself. I was just wondering if you were aware of that, maybe you were kidding? I don't know... |