I imagined if I told you your anger would be terrible
That your roar would crack mountains and the white hot flash of your rage would make the oceans boil I imagined I was protecting you by carrying this secret alone For nine thousand three hundred nights When I could no longer hide the strange package that was my constant companion I set it down Great silver buckles and wide leather straps disintegrated with time turned to dust at my touch The rusted hinges groaned I imagined it contained a nuclear bomb and braced for a flash of white hot killing light Out buzzed a firefly
An enigmatic, fascinating piece which conjures colourful imaginings and avenues of thought. There is just enough for the reader to grasp in terms of literal meaning, but enough too that is mysterious and open to interpretation, creating an effective balance of subtly meaningful ambiguity. The language and style is attractively intelligent, the structure compact and clear. This is an exploded thought which is greater than the sum of its parts. The last line leaves a profound effect.
The emotions have an objective phase as well as a subjective one. I take for granted the objective and indulge in the fierce flow which one enjoys once reading it as above. It is a reader's prerogative and poet has nothing else to do. The shake felt is unanswerable and which grants a zone of solitude.....nothing more
For the subjective, I reserve my comments as which the poet's area and being a poet and fictionist I really dont allow readers to cross the limit
An enigmatic, fascinating piece which conjures colourful imaginings and avenues of thought. There is just enough for the reader to grasp in terms of literal meaning, but enough too that is mysterious and open to interpretation, creating an effective balance of subtly meaningful ambiguity. The language and style is attractively intelligent, the structure compact and clear. This is an exploded thought which is greater than the sum of its parts. The last line leaves a profound effect.
The terrible things carried are not as horrid as we imagine. Your imagery is astounding, I saw and felt as if I was there. I especially love the description of anger.
Thanks.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Oh god Eileen you are like an angel for reviewing this and so kindly I don't generally Poem because .. read moreOh god Eileen you are like an angel for reviewing this and so kindly I don't generally Poem because they're likely to be dreadful but my head is in a space these days like you wouldn't believe. Thank you thank you thank you.
9 Years Ago
You're welcome welcome welcome. I haven't poemed in forever, but have been thinking about it. I real.. read moreYou're welcome welcome welcome. I haven't poemed in forever, but have been thinking about it. I really do love this.
"That your roar would crack mountains and the white hot flash of your rage would make the oceans boil"
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