I love the contrast after the em-dashes: the first pulsates, the second is truncated. The ancient thing is alive, the modern thing is sterile, dead. Just stellar.
Mesmerizing sorrow spreading through my fibers. So many beautifully etched words and lines, too many to mention. You held my heart in your hands and squeezed it with your words.
You've captured several stories that leave me imagining the rest in my mind. I really clung to this bit, "living his life with open and closed doors" so much there in one line...
I'm particularly enamored with this poem, I don't know if it's good per see, and not so much that I finished it, more than I had to really work hard over months for it to end.
Beautiful, I can tell you’re good at making memories paint a picture in other poets minds
I love this!
Thank you
Outstanding! This stanza especially, for me:
“Down we wandered
through green ascensions,
the city’s forgotten veins—pulsated.
A gentrified railway—truncated.”
I love the contrast after the em-dashes: the first pulsates, the second is truncated. The ancient thing is alive, the modern thing is sterile, dead. Just stellar.
Thanks, always appreciate you taking the time to reply with notes like this. Makes my day.
Very nice, I admire your poetry kept simple but lots inside.
I appreciate that sentiment. Thank you
This is beautiful - it gave me goosebumps🦋
I am moved that it moved you. I appreciate you.
Mesmerizing sorrow spreading through my fibers. So many beautifully etched words and lines, too many to mention. You held my heart in your hands and squeezed it with your words.
My heart is full!
You've captured several stories that leave me imagining the rest in my mind. I really clung to this bit, "living his life with open and closed doors" so much there in one line...
I'm particularly enamored with this poem, I don't know if it's good per see, and not so much that I finished it, more than I had to really work hard over months for it to end.
Beautiful
This is masterful!