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drifting, drifting through
time like an ocean of chain links
sea monkeys laughing
spinning off axes

stone irises, blind
firing fragments, shooting stars
watching and revolving
burning burning burning
away

anthropocentric and linear
a universe of smoke
listening intently, perplexion
the echoes of butterfly wings
reverberating...
dancing...

The hourglass explodes.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . .

"The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock" T.S Eliot




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This is beautiful. I'm not a poetry critic, so I can't really give you much constructive criticism, but I just had to say that I found this so lovely. It just felt so delicate and complex, like a spiderweb with shards of glass in it.

Incidentally, is that first "d" supposed to be up in the air like that? Is it a display bug on YWS's part or did you intend that? If the former, it adds a lot, the way the "d" is "drifting". If you intended that, seriously, that is one cool effect and how the heck did you do that?

Anyway, very lovely. I like it very much.

~GryphonFledgling
Last edited by GryphonFledgling on Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Wow.
I love this poem!
It's so... raw, and sort of delicate too.
The "drifting first letter" is a kind of bug I've noticed in the Poetry Forums, but it's quite a neat effect for this poem.
Make sure you capitalise the first letter of each line, but apart from that, it's great!
Keep writing!
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I like how you used longer words, but how they still kept the pace and weren't chunky.
The way you but in descriptions was genius. I loved that most of all. The intricate and the delicate was wonderfully weaved together. I'm not a very good poetry critic, but I hope I helped you even if it was just a bit.
Keep it up!
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Hey Brendan.

Beautiful, beautiful piece. Almost like the chant of nature to me. Your work again, blares out the characteristic strength of your words and imagery. Ok, I know this isn't helpful at all, but this poem reminds me of songs, just how it starts out subtle, gains strength in the middle then settles into a lull then finishes unforgettably.

Unforgettable piece.

Keep writing.

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It reminds me of what a scientist would dream, perhaps lacking the poetic finesse in waking life. It's a beautiful viewpoint; admiring the complexities of design in the universe.

I like how the prosody of it has a real Kerouac feel. There's some wicked jazz in these words.

-Barrett
"Is", "is." "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment. -Robert Anton Wilson




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Hiya! I'm Rosey and I'll be your reviewer today.

This was completely mysterious yet at the same time perfectly understandable. Let me explain: As I read each individual line of the poem, I was having a harder and harder time understanding it, yet there was just enough consistency for me to keep going. And once I reached the end, I saw that this poem was more about time and the many ways it can be expressed. I liked how you used such a random jumble of words that flowed together with coherency.

I really liked this. Keep it up!

~Rosey
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