there's enough poets to bury the sun

[Philatone]

Hey mr.A; apologize for my lateness, but welcome to the boards!
some thoughts on this piece

I only write at night
usually in silence
or whatever
the weather gives me...the last three lines of this stanza didn't feel as important to me. why is this information crucial? the rest of the poem may have given an answer, but i missed it

always the same tricks:
love
how I miss it
when I have it
lust
because I'm human
and aging
hate
for myself and my own
kind
philosophy...these two one-word lines distracted me a bit right next to each other
I know almost nothing
and believe in less
weather
because I thought
I was writing poetry
and what is it without
a mention of
wind, rain, sun and
the moon never looks real
to me
and it's not...i like these last three lines. the syntax of the last two lines doesn't mix well with the ones before it for me, though.

like a babbling child
stuffing
whatever fits in its mouth
learns what it is...even just saying "to learn" would work. the "what it is" struck me as a bit weak

never tasted moon before

I'm feeling bodies away
from myself
and introspective
on nights like this
when I feel it all flush out...wasn't entirely sure the "it" is exactly
to slowly die...ending on "die" struck me as a bit over-the-top. there are other new and fresh ways to show the same idea

everyone's a poet these days
writing about flowers
and angels
and the soul of God
that they've never, ever
tasted

I'm no poet
I'm just nettlesome
relaxing aloud
letting you read me breathe
in and out and...interesting last two lines, but the poem sort of ended at "tasted" for me. the last stanza has a closer tie to the ideas of eating and knowledge you introduced before

in

just some thoughts; hopefully you like one or two!