06-07-2014, 05:17 AM
The progression of the poem feels forced and unnatural. It's like a painting, also forgotten on the house that is and was a house, is speaking.
I think the poem lacks resonance. It sort of reminds me of that one poem about boots, except that at the end of that poem I respected the boots. I'm having a hard time connecting with a soiled sofa.
Edit: that might have been a painting, not a poem I'm thinking about regarding the boots.
I think the poem lacks resonance. It sort of reminds me of that one poem about boots, except that at the end of that poem I respected the boots. I'm having a hard time connecting with a soiled sofa.
Edit: that might have been a painting, not a poem I'm thinking about regarding the boots.