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Translucency



we had eyes
then we saw
through wild

we had hand
touch where
desire held
exquisite

hunger in a
cup we kept
portions of
hearts trust

nibbled like
spice cake
ravenous
driving

I swallow
guilds of
bountiful
ruin

inhale the
library air
stale and
sweet in
the tresses
of locks

peach blush
on history
dusks

where cold
winds lust
for lovers
kisses


— orgami, Feb 02, 2010

Critiques

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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

Hello Kelsey Always a pleasure to read you

hand touch love hand touch memory hand touch like the sheen of fullness on summer sweet mornings hands would not have worked and it would not have made the asthetic appeal of the line break so attractive people speak like this when they are struggling to make a point I am always held in that break line of pause Thanks for noting and loving books and poetry that are somewhat eccentric peculiar is a fond art Steven
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Library air. How

Library air. How extraordinarily symbolic of both new and old knowledge. Like Kelsey, I love this romantic side of you. Your poet-heart melts and we drool like infants. ~A "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

excursion through voyage.................

so many people are instructing me here in the city to become something better writing is a gift I cannot say this is all me this is every poet I read that has shaped how I craft too i push pretty hard ideals and expectations were beyond norm for us Illness addiction and stability were all present in our core background and passion for books and politeness following old order i did my thing until lately probably reading here getting mirrored grounded at times watching society unfold here as with out there we are all equal but with a gift what can I offer what thing can I do that is good to share a view a feeling an outcry a calm voice its so strange that as my life is crumbling as it should made of sand my poetry is become like the firm foundation that i wanted to be just the last few poems anyway in reality my life is pretty messed up and falling apart focused on things that are not meant for me somehow as this all goes on i want something half decent to be left i just have hope that the poetry is part of the better of me and as I say its a gift thank you for this question it is important steven
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

In the quicksands of poetry you demand

In the quicksands of poetry you demand our intellect our imagination and those who appreciate you most are those with imagination- just as the painter puts things together that seem unrelated and expects the viewer to piece them together, and when we know you and your work we find it easier each time, and can travel on the longer notes into the music of your mind. It is like a pop-up book where on opening it you see all the contents in several dimensions, oh that would be something to make Orgami now wouldn't it, what fun suddenly it becomes a creation in my mind commenting on your poem. You spark off our imaginations and we enjoy yours at the same time. Love from Ann
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Skumpfsklub

16 years 4 months ago

Fifth stanza remains to me opaque, and sixth is ambiguous

Otherwise, though, this is good stuff. I'm never sure how wide you mean to cast your words. I don't have the impression you want to be perpetually obscure, but the plain fact is that your work skirts obscurity or descends into obscurity) often. (This is less so today than it was six months ago). Speaking in 'critical' mode, I have to ask: do you want to be understood? If so, you need to spend more words, bringing your metaphors forward AS metaphor. The reader isn't you, so you kinda have to spoon-feed the thing to the reader, so that the reader can acquire the taste of it. Perry
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Skumpfsklub

16 years 4 months ago

Fifth stanza remains to me opaque, and sixth is ambiguous

Otherwise, though, this is good stuff. I'm never sure how wide you mean to cast your words. I don't have the impression you want to be perpetually obscure, but the plain fact is that your work skirts obscurity or descends into obscurity) often. (This is less so today than it was six months ago). Speaking in 'critical' mode, I have to ask: do you want to be understood? If so, you need to spend more words, bringing your metaphors forward AS metaphor. The reader isn't you, so you kinda have to spoon-feed the thing to the reader, so that the reader can acquire the taste of it. Perry
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

obscure spooning

I so love the critique now descends into it a great line and on being understood my magic in seeing or hearing things is the now not so clear but obscure the out of focus Focus i watch lots of U Tube music videos and info links for everything I could write my poetry simpler but im afraid it is the most simplest for of me and after this long the joy of Neo is that taste is something we all offer like opinions i like that there is more comments on the new poems im working towards more simplistic writes perhaps not spoon feeding kind and there will be stanza that make no sense yet the entire work will stand on its own with that one abstract moment of lines Im glad this provoked thought its what poetry is about if a poem doesnt chew right or taste right examine it critique it look at it mull it over its the gist of workshop crafting and what Neo is about Bravo Perry like they say on CBC you are my comment of the day~

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