The Body Lexicon

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I do quite like this poem. I like the structure alot and the way you have singled out certain lines.

I really love the opening to the poem aswell:
It came like joy-
untethered, sudden.

It's a very strong first stanza and it makes me smile :)

Although, that said i'm still not entirely sure if i understand what this poem is about. I'm just a bit confused.


Sorry I couldn't give a better crit. :|
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I love reading, and rereading your poetry. It always takes me a few minutes to really pick up the actions, pick up the meanings. But with your poetry I think the meanings are picked up depending on the general interpretation of the poem. It just depends on how you understand it.

I loved how the lines felt so brief, or how some stanzas were just one or two lines, but the whole poem had an elegant length to it.

I really hate how your poetry can be taken in so many different views, for me at least. I'm never sure if I understood it or not. I just hope that I do. Either way, you evoke emotions. So, your poetry succeeds and you fill me with envy. Bravo, Mon Ami.
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― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo




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This was really nice. It flowed beautifully and the lines were well plotted out. I also like the meanings of your poems. And I too reread your poems over and over again but only because I love them so much. It's like when I read your poems I get a great combination of simplicity meets meaning and they both blend so well.

*It came like joy—
untethered, sudden.

An escaped toy
from a nearby garden,*

These were my favorite lines. Again, so simple and yet so meaningful. Great work!

-Rieda
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