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Please comment on my poem, recently published. Fear Fear trembles like driftwood within the walls of a cistern well with every action or motion around it drawn down in centrifugal force riveted to the drain breathless, lifeless, hopeless, waiting for the rescue that never comes for its source is fear itself
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Hi, I would like to introduce a new user (newuser mlf) who has just learned to use grex and likes to write poetry. (This is keesan typing). Please introduce yourselves briefly here, thanks.
hey:) im damon a crazy weird little kid that is always around here some would say i share a lung with grex. i read items in agora all the time but rarely conjure up the courage to type a response in my typo infested lang. i am a big fan of poetry and write some of my own allthough i almost never post it anywhere where an numbe of people will see it. other then that not much to tell i guess kinda sad i guess
oh and i like to say "hrm" and "i guess" alot
I like this piece..good show
So you got this published? Neat. I like the imagery here and the word choices that reinforce it. "within the walls of a cistern well" and "drawn down in centrifugal force" are especially good phrases. I take it the phrase "its source is fear itself" suggests a vicious cycle, or self-destructiveness? I can't tell, because at first look, the concept seems awkward. Welcome, mlf, and enjoy your stay..it looks like you have much to share with us. =)
"within the walls of a cistern well" - yeah, that's cool. I'm Dan. Once upon a time I posted a lot here; I seem to have fallen behind.
I will remind Peg to look at this conference item again.
Thanks for your interest in the poem Sindi urged me to enter even though it was ad lib and not actual literal published version as I was not at my home desk. Never thought I could write poetry, much less get published. This was just a catharsis and means of expressing my personal observations and also experiences. The actual completed and published poem goes like this: Fear Fear trembles like driftwood Pounding furiously and frantically Against the inside walls of a cistern well With every rippling action or motion around it Drawn down in centifugal force Riveted to the drain Breathless, lifeless, hopeless Waiting for the rescue that never comes As its source is fear itself. Poet's comments: Yes, beleive fear is a vicious circle and paralyzing. The worst disability by far is in failing to take risks to stand up for what is real, true, good. Preserving integrity and principles rather than selling out to the status quo regardless of the popularity "ripples" around and about us and meeting even the most difficult of life's challenges head on with courage and fortitude and trust gives the greatest measure of hope and freedom to the human spirit. "Carpe diem!" "seize the day" for truly, we may not pass this way again. Anyway, this journaled "poem " helped motivate me through a very frustrating and discouraging walk-in fact, it still does...Someone encouraged me to enter the poem, the rest was history. Hope it touches others in a positive way. Glad you are here to read this, and glad I am privileged to be here, sharing with each of you. Sincerely, mlf.
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I'm Josh, I haven't read, much less posted, any messages for what must be ages. School got in the way, took a death grip on my life, and throttled me.
It happens all the time.
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