. i'm a fan of the substitute muse too ... keep both of 'em in your harem ... no eviction notices now ... as for your verse ... it truly is amazing ... your recipe of magic potion is unique and potent ... there's so much to learn from you, paul ... so much ... the last three lines brought tears to my eyes ...
far away places
zone in to utter clarity
and thus, life happens
here and there
and nowhere in particular
new colors make
random appearances
and thus, life happens
even if it does,
in far away places
Felt nice. The work is blunt and abrupt, but somehow flows easily. I credit the use of spacing in achieving this paradoxical flow. The title's namesake is paradoxical to the poem's content as well. The work speaks of Hell.
Where is all the love?
The poem does move me in sentiments. The poem is almost a plea of forgiveness.
I find her in darkness and in light, and in both circumstances, this is so true... She is sensitive to rejection... She hates me when I feel...nothing at all... Your poem, Paul... It is truth. I like this.
. i'm a fan of the substitute muse too ... keep both of 'em in your harem ... no eviction notices now ... as for your verse ... it truly is amazing ... your recipe of magic potion is unique and potent ... there's so much to learn from you, paul ... so much ... the last three lines brought tears to my eyes ...