01-13-2026, 11:51 AM
(01-04-2026, 09:03 PM)whisperer Wrote:I agree with Milo on the title it's seems a bit too on the nose. Maybe something less specific to draw in a reader. Overall I loved this work and was captured by the narrator as well as the rhyme schemes.
I looked within my world. I feel like world may be too broad. The more I read the poem I associate it less with a place and more of their journey
Scoured landscapes,
walked worn out paths
and picked at healed scars.
Kicked half built houses
that stirred up clouds of dust.
Emptied my cup These lines feel a bit abrupt. Maybe add more adjectives "moisture leaves the tongue within an empty cup" maybe?
and left myself dry.
Was it anger that burned these lands?
Did this all fall apart
at the work of my own hands?
Too many years I've toiled
over pen and page.
Too many years I've wandered
in the midst of middle age
to never have danced
in the rain. Nor been
soaked deep by pain. Favorite stanza
I've been stepped on,
overlooked, tossed aside,
and left with a hardened heart.
To love like there's nothing else,
is a weight I've never held.
I never fit into a box,
why would I want to now?
Not rebellious. Not defiant.
Just peaceful presence found.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

