Contentment
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Oh the wind! how it must feel
When stormy tempest clouds 
No longer blue sky conceal.
While underneath thunder clouds shroud,
Striking black tormented sod with light surreal.

I, no longer bound to ground,
Nor vile bog, or dank mire,
Confound the wise men’s dumb sound
Which fail to admire my attire,
And scoff my size – for their contempt doth abound.

Alas, let foolish fools shriek
For they will never cease. 
Solace is all that I seek,
And in solitude resides peace.
Therefore let boorish boors critique this weak physique.

Surely tonight is the night
To attain a new height.
Myself removed far from sight;
Never to trod upon this blight.
On the wings of a flightless bird I take my flight.
Joshua J. Smith
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I loved this poem apart from the last verse where I felt that the language changed and became more simple which didn't seem to fit in the mood of the whole poem which was quite dark and moody. I really liked the 2nd verse it is a really clever use of language.
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(01-14-2020, 02:25 AM)PoetSteve134 Wrote:  I loved this poem apart from the last verse where I felt that the language changed and became more simple which didn't seem to fit in the mood of the whole poem which was quite dark and moody. I really liked the 2nd verse it is a really clever use of language.

Thank you for your points, and your comments.  Should you have the time I would be thrilled to hear you expound upon some of the specifics of the last stanza's missteps.  I believe it would be valuable information for me.  Thanks again for letting me know what you liked, and what you did not.
Joshua J. Smith
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