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May 30, 2020
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Gassy Human Stations
Three months Quarantine
added no Quinine
No Rose Mary(Corona-red)
came for me
but added
a bombing
gas one
machine
Have you not
the flavour/toxity
experienced
it's been ages
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Gracy
5 years 1 month ago
Hi lovedly, I'm rather
Hi lovedly, I'm rather confused by your poem. It's so sad about the gas chambers, but I don't relate them to our quarantine, by no means. The last strophe is quite a mix. I think you mean "toxicity" or "toxic", right?
No, with all respect, I don't "get it", just me, I guess. A virtual hug, keep safe.
lovedly
5 years 1 month ago
Titles
perhaps misled
How do you now feel
Kindly reread
Note
metaphorical poetry
all about indigestion
no exercise ma'am
Gracy
5 years 1 month ago
Hi lovedly, back again. I
Hi lovedly, back again. I understand it better now. Nice one. Just the last strophe:
Have you not
the flavour/toxity
experienced
ages (it's) been
Perhaps "it's been ages"?
All the best, Gracy