One thing I hate about accolades for poets is that they're better described as "poetic accolades for writers"

it's almost as though the sender strives to the utmost of their ability to seem as grand as what they laud.

"Use as many words as possible, maybe then the poet will experience what I mean to leave."

And it all comes off as very insincere. And I reject this routine, when possible, for this reason: I do not idolize you.

And we both know this to be the healthiest course of action (inaction).

Let it suffice to say that this is beautiful, and that I truly hope that the life you lead resembles even a fraction of the majesty you've portrayed here.

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broken, fixed, broken, fixed, balance is an oddity, a figment of hearsay, an ideal, and impossibility, earth rotates

my god - over seven years after it's initial posting - I'm so glad this has resurfaced to receive a DD - and for me to finally see - and fave!


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玉

Very nice--I appreciate the yearning feelings it evokes!

Very nice. It's got sort of a zen feeling to it - calming, subtly sensual. There seems to be something lacking, though, that I can't quite put my finger on - it seems very deliberately crafted, certainly, most every word has a place and a meaning to match. The more I think on it, the more it's the very first stanza that bugs me.. it seems to open with a rhyming scheme that doesn't follow through to the rest of the poem, and doesn't add anything to the flow of it, so seems trivial. Still, your choice of words is something I highly enjoyed, probably what stitches the rest of the poem together.

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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."

_{Incredibly beautiful - I love it!}

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_{Why do I miss someone I never met?
With bated breath I lay,
Sea winds brought her to me,
A butterfly, mere one day miracle of life;
And all the poetry in the world,
Finally makes sense to me.}

You are the poet to enamor poets, like Nature herself. You have her ability to whisper subtle masterpieces as if you were only speaking, as like where the mountains quietly sit and the rivers always flow, whether aware or unaware that they've embodied the pinnacle of art, and serve as the divine source of inspiration in its purest form.

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"Think left, think right. Think low, think high. Oh the thinks you can think up if only you try!" - Dr. Seuss

To the Universe

A great read. Nice work.

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Don't question it...

very lovely work i like it a lot.

if you ever get some time please read some of my stuff i would love to read what you think. i know i'm not a popular or experienced as you but i hope you like my work.

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V1 1v. The man fat of knowledge and wisdom and the basterd of society. I am The Fat Basterd. If you are looking for ideas out of this world please read some of my stuff.

This flows nicely. Sure, it may not be one of the most original ideas out there, but that's all right. You have some nice imagery, even though some lines may be somewhat trite. It's mostly this stanza I feel the poem would be fine without, but that's just my opinion, of course:

"Take me, to crisp cool sheets
lay me down in the comfort of your arms
allay the weakness in my body
with the slow movements of your hands
allow me to inhale the energy
in your whispered words."

/facepalm

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