04-22-2025, 10:19 PM
Thank you Poetry_Zealot. As always, the criticism you give helps and your questions valid.
Why I start the stanzas far left every time? It's the fragmented thought, drawn to the word like a moth to flame (excuse my cliche here) and it starts, meanders from it and stops to return again.
Why so much telling is that these poems - all of them - are a coherent whole. A fever dream. A broken mirror, showing me fragments of I/Others. Perhaps a regret? Perhaps a statement? Perhaps determination? These words and the way they are spoken just feel right to me.
I've looked at some of the earlier discussions of my poems and adjusted them accordingly, mostly from your criticism so thank you for all your work. Your criticism has elevated these mere words to something much more.
Why I start the stanzas far left every time? It's the fragmented thought, drawn to the word like a moth to flame (excuse my cliche here) and it starts, meanders from it and stops to return again.
Why so much telling is that these poems - all of them - are a coherent whole. A fever dream. A broken mirror, showing me fragments of I/Others. Perhaps a regret? Perhaps a statement? Perhaps determination? These words and the way they are spoken just feel right to me.
I've looked at some of the earlier discussions of my poems and adjusted them accordingly, mostly from your criticism so thank you for all your work. Your criticism has elevated these mere words to something much more.