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Ah-ha, this is not one of my favorites. Then again your worst poem is heads and shoulders above ours. But at least now you know I won't jump up and down at everything you write. It had moments and had you sheared off some of the descriptives like "inexorable" "redundant" "torn-postered" "abandoned in envious oblivion" I would have been deep inside this poem. There I criticized the master--now I'm wondering if lightning is going to strike me! I reckon you'll let it slide. A talent like yours can afford to be generous. |