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Sat Apr 01, 2017 2:00 am
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PoetryWorkshop says...


Have you read your neighbor's poems recently? Did you love it?

This thread is all about sharing poems that you think are going underappreciated in the journals. Be sure to cite whose poem you're talking about and link to it rather than copying it so we can see it in the original journal and comment on it there.

Discussion about different poems you like, things you like in poems you're seeing, and different tactics journals are taking are all free game here.

Sometimes the best way to keep moving forward is to take in the view.

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Wed May 23, 2018 1:02 pm
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LostEyes says...

This poem, titled, "I’m Nobody! Who are you?", is an incredibly powerful poem. This poem was never directly meant for any certain person, though there have been many theories. This poem really touches on how alone people can feel. Being a middle aged woman in the 1800s, was an extremely hard place to be. I think this poem is so outstanding. Lonely, yet in a way suspenseful, because you have no idea who she is talking to. ... re-you-260

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Wed May 23, 2018 2:11 pm
alliyah says...

Hi @LostEyes! What a great poem! This thread is mostly looked at in April for our April Poetry event [like all the NaPo archives] if you'd like more people to see your post you could post this poem in our regular year discussion thread: Share Your Favorite Poems or on your wall with the hashtag #ReadingPoetry :) thanks again for sharing this piece.
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.


"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites