I liked the last stanza, but that was about it. I never understand your poetry anymore...I used to fanatically love it. But your style and writing has changed a lot, and I don't really like it anymore.
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oooh!! the world become so much clearer.
i like this alot. georgia okeefe is awesome, and i think this poem captures her paintings well.
I had rather figured that out by myself. At least I knew it was to a painter of sorts. Anyway I felt compelled to figure out WHY I don't like your poems anymore, when I used to love them. These are the ones that I love: Delyvere us fro yvel, untitled, watch me be emo and laugh because it's crap (aka for mother) devil n I got a thing going, Americana, I took you for granted, and stikkurz are for sad ppl.
At some point, your writing style changed. Maybe you use too many big words that I can't appreciate anymore, or maybe you don't make as many gruesome references to blood and gore and sex as you once did. Whatever the cause...
For Misty.
The poem is a tribute to painter Georgia O'Keefe.
Best,
Brad