I love the simplicity of this poem. To say so is somewhat misleading however for it is solid and extensive, enveloping a central idea in expressive (articulate, colourful) symbolism. Wonderfully artistic, the lower cases, the conversational yes, the incredibly love and vivid, gorgeous line that reads waving red skirts alive in breeze. Lines like this separate the boys from the men so to speak. It literally sends shivers down my spine. Exactly what it is that you do, I have not yet been able to describe in any understandable fashion, but it is a fusion, magic, simple ingredients, but in your mixing pot, incredible concoctions are created with apparent ease. These lines are poetic nectar. I don't know what else to call it. Absolutely delicious. Thrilling.
over yonder another example of a phrase used that makes one want to express profuse gratitude, phrases lovely, lost from every day speech, so much so they are now surrounded by an air of nostalgia.
This poem was written in the heat of an argument with Ms Mario. She would disagree with what I'm about to say. I see the roses and where I see roses she sees thorns. So think of this as dialogue I'm throwing her way, after she has left the room. :-D
over yonder
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I love the simplicity of this poem. To say so is somewhat misleading however for it is solid and extensive, enveloping a central idea in expressive (articulate, colourful) symbolism. Wonderfully artistic, the lower cases, the conversational yes, the incredibly love and vivid, gorgeous line that reads waving red
skirts
alive in breeze. Lines like this separate the boys from the men so to speak. It literally sends shivers down my spine. Exactly what it is that you do, I have not yet been able to describe in any understandable fashion, but it is a fusion, magic, simple ingredients, but in your mixing pot, incredible concoctions are created with apparent ease. These lines are poetic nectar. I don't know what else to call it. Absolutely delicious. Thrilling.
over yonder another example of a phrase used that makes one want to express profuse gratitude, phrases lovely, lost from every day speech, so much so they are now surrounded by an air of nostalgia.
Divine.
This poem was written in the heat of an argument with Ms Mario. She would disagree with what I'm about to say. I see the roses and where I see roses she sees thorns. So think of this as dialogue I'm throwing her way, after she has left the room. :-D
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