Noah, come, walk with me. This poem, it is smokey. By that I mean it swirls about the edges of rational thought, like when you smoke and play guitar. For example, dreams can be fragile, like glass but turning them into stone, into reality is difficult; as difficult as making the rational leap from dream to glass to stone. As you strum the next chord, I sip my coffee and wonder, what are these forces of the damned that travel endlessly alone through a limpid sky? Could one be the force of rationality that always seems to end our reverie so soon... too soon? There are few golden threads in my caducitic eyes as I see them in my mind. But as the last note dies away, I glance away and there, as you say, is the sun and my thick darkness of understanding is shattered by the last... "making it real." Bravo!
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12 Years Ago
Your words are penetrating my soul as you were a part of my mind- as we truly are walking side by si.. read moreYour words are penetrating my soul as you were a part of my mind- as we truly are walking side by side. Your understanding of this poem is breathtaking and your reviews are always delightful.
Thank you, my friend!
this is so beautiful! i was hanging on every word. and i reread it twice! keep writing :)
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12 Years Ago
Thank you so much for your review!
It's been an honour to hear that you reread it twice :) read moreThank you so much for your review!
It's been an honour to hear that you reread it twice :)
I'll never stop writing :)
- Noah -
This is so beautifully penned. Every word really left me wanting more. It felt like poetry at its finest. Not only were your words lovely, but the presentation and setup of the poem were lovely, as well. Wonderful job. x
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Thank you for your insightful review! It inspires me to write more.
Noah, come, walk with me. This poem, it is smokey. By that I mean it swirls about the edges of rational thought, like when you smoke and play guitar. For example, dreams can be fragile, like glass but turning them into stone, into reality is difficult; as difficult as making the rational leap from dream to glass to stone. As you strum the next chord, I sip my coffee and wonder, what are these forces of the damned that travel endlessly alone through a limpid sky? Could one be the force of rationality that always seems to end our reverie so soon... too soon? There are few golden threads in my caducitic eyes as I see them in my mind. But as the last note dies away, I glance away and there, as you say, is the sun and my thick darkness of understanding is shattered by the last... "making it real." Bravo!
Posted 12 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
12 Years Ago
Your words are penetrating my soul as you were a part of my mind- as we truly are walking side by si.. read moreYour words are penetrating my soul as you were a part of my mind- as we truly are walking side by side. Your understanding of this poem is breathtaking and your reviews are always delightful.
Thank you, my friend!