Sunday, April 22, 2018

So Much Crap Comments

Rating: 5.0

Touch me in morning
When I'm in mourning
When I can't see sun
Because I'm so blind
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Richard Wlodarski
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Nika Mcguin 26 April 2018

A poem of deep internal devastation. It appears as if the speaker is in desperate need of rescue from the turmoil he's steeped in. I'm left curious but too afraid to ask what was left in his care that went awry. Anyhow, this is impressive,10~

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Daniel 24 April 2018

I agree with Carl: YOU CAPTURED SO MUCH IN THIS POEM. The title was not. very promising, the subsequent poem fulfilled multiple promises about the creative life, or rather the struggle to live one. The formal pattern of 4-line stanzas shows you are in command of your subject and not surrendering to despair. There is a strong intelligence at work in this poem and it is transforming disconnected energies into one vital force.

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Richard Wlodarski 26 April 2018

Daniel, Kerouac paid a huge price in his struggle with living the creative life. He gave up on a wife and daughter for fear that they would get in the way of his writing. I believe that your last line is referring to a higher intelligence. And I am most definitely being guided by it. Fortunately, it is positive in spirit!

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Carl Roussell 23 April 2018

You captured so much in this poem. really good write.

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Richard Wlodarski 29 April 2018

That means a lot to me, Carl! This project is so important!

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