Very well written! Not going by the title of the poem, I think it stands for all kind of activities that we delve into to cut ourselves out from the daily monotone. The people we meet in course, range from being overemotional to emotionally dried up(as per the second last stanza) and relationships here can be forgotten as soon as they are formed. This is my interpretation of course. But the poem is nicely composed. I like the last stanza specially! Very subtle.. :)
wow...the font you used bring this disco lights graphic images and even if we can imagine the people dancing as thought knowing each other, yet they are lost themselves...lost in an unknown world!
great!
This speaks of a deeper meaning to walking through life like a zombie; not being engaged in the joy of one's own life. I really liked this one. Keep up the excellent work.
Love the font and style, especially the alternating colors. Great write! Keep on penning.
Posted 13 Years Ago
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First review, so a little new to this, so take light, alight? ^_^ :p
New to the format/style, and have to say, you do a fair well job of empowering the electric feel of a club with the colors of the font used. I do very much enjoy that, definitely note-worthy ;)
The theme of the poem seems a bit twisted to what a club-themed poem should inspire I would think, which would be up-beat, sweaty, and in the groove. But, it's most certainly not a flaw I'm calling out here, just a thought being considered as I write this review.
What I'm guessing is this poem is more about the idea of going "catting" or "hawking" (whatever term is more appropriate) after love has deceived someone, and now they're looking for one night stands to amend a heart left broken.
^_^; I'm hoping I'm judging this well, Idk if I'm all that good at this.
I would give criticism if it was needed, but if this poem was meant for how I'm perceiving it as being, I say it's a job well done.
100/100
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..