Interesting journey. Worth the read. Other than that I don't have a whole lot to say at this time.
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Does that mean you'll come back with a 700 word review some time in the near future? A line by line analysis? Money?
*stands up and claps*
A standing ovation? You're too kind.
*slow clap that eventually gets to full speed*
Great poem.
Thank you kind sir.
I've found myself circling the mobius strip.
Burning questions away with my musings' quips,
as though tying the ends were to better equip
those to drink in my answers from the taste of the sip.
But I didn't like the conclusions everyone drew,
nor interpretations' ubiquity of what I thought I knew.
Yet I still would infer, as your poem implies,
that your mobius metaphor surely belies
the notion of the infinite as that without lies,
or conceived insignificance simply 'cause something dies.
It is what it is till it is what it isn't,
we're so stuck on what's sent; we don't know where it went.
Not that we could, nor to say that we should.
I just can't get behind people's concept of 'good',
as it seems vaguely based on the grounds they've stood.
I'm told what to will when I don't think I would.
The more your poem has wrinkled my thoughts
the more interested I am in furthering this riposte.
For I like a poem such as this, and I think
it does my mind good to metaphorically link
unrelated events through the ruse of your ink
and make the connection: it's divinity's wink.
So as we tickle mentation into giggly elation
and the knots yet untied fray with strained realization
I'd like to impart quite the wizened response,
yet I can't find the fountain and I'm no Juan Ponce.
But isn't that the nature of your poetry's thoughts?
Aren't we the glacier invading all inhabitable plots?
We take up the space until there's no room.
I do not agree with negativity the in doom.
"... negativity the in..." = "... the negativity in..."
What an awful mistake. Typo in the conclusion and I liked that line the most. Anyway, there's my half-hour response. : )
Damn man. Now I have to put effort into a counterresponse (<-- not a word :3) sometime soon. It's the only appropriate way to honour your feedback.
hello
Hi.
Very original. Usually poetry posted on NG sucks, but yours is actually very original. Oh, I also enjoy your posts as well
Check out Evark's reply too. I still have to respond in kind :)
Thank you x 2
I'm holding contests at my userpage. If you wanna participate, for your own good, make sure you read all of the comments there are so far.
Since you locked our thread we have no idea what the current room is. And only desperate noobs who don't even use Stickam still +1, to my knowledge nobody else still keeps track of posts.. Now we have no chat, I would start a new thread but I am almost certain it would get deleted in a heartbeat. I propose a header at the top of general saying the current room. No opportunities to bitch/post/do just about anything there. Great poem.
peacefulsniper
awesome.
Zerok
I can tell you're sincere from your use of punctuation!