Sunday, July 16, 2017

Returning Home

wait till I get my gun.-onepauly

Mine too pard. Be outta town by sundown, or lma coming in for a show down pard.-Damaged Soul/Kindred Spirit

For Nothing

A veritable mosaic of word-Damaged Soul/Kindred Spirit

A little sad, it feels. Certainly exquisite in both flow and scheme. Well done.-Nicholas Browning

Plasmolyzed

Mesmerizing as always.-Nicholas Browning

ouch this one is hot. great wording my friend.-kevin browne

Serendipity

"There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen."
Kitchen, that is where substance is prepared. I think I know where you were going with this, I just don't know what it has to do with serendipity.
Anyhow, your metaphors, and poem in general, were fun to read. Thanks for sharing.-Shy Joe 

Dysphonia

An imaginative poem that speaks through poetry.-Robert Murray Smith

Saturday, July 15, 2017

I See My Own Demise

The poem talks about emersion into the abyss as well as about emancipation. It has also touched upon one of the four aspects of Russian formalism (In French, it is called Le jeu de véridiction, or the game of truth or veridiction; in fact it's a play of I, le jeu (play) du je (I))...when it writes 'I am, what I am not. All the four are:
1. I am what I am (Truth)
2. I am not, what I am (Lie)
3. I am, what I am not (Secret)
4. I am not what I am not (Illusion), where the second 'am' (to be) actually means 'appear' (to appear); for example I am what I appear to be, and so on.
Of course one understands why secret has been chosen because the reader sort of recovers from a force majeure, like saved somehow from an earthquake or a volcano upon reading the very frist line:
'Anxiety was touching the mime'; when mime is affected by anxiety, then the truth, or what we know as truth, falls.
An intellectually stimulating read.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Time

This stream of consciousness poem wanted to come out, and it did.-Robert Murray Smith

Something To Grieve

Hi Mr. Verma: By chance, I came across your poem. I am glad I did. And, I liked what I read. A soulful poem; delicately coined. Wishing you my best, Suvasini-Suvasini

Lunar Eclipse

Oh, wow, what a mind blowing piece, Satish! Superb imagery and rich word choice! A great write!-mossgirl19

Gestures

Woods Of Craft

A wonderful poem. Agree with Supratik sir, lies have a larger than life appearance. Sadly we have been conditioned to live in the vicinity of lies. -Annapurna Sharma, Nellore

The poem talks about the decandance of society which has led to disillusionment of the self. Every depth of understanding is being hijacked by shallowness, getting lost in the jungles of craft.
The truth must meet the lie-alone, in woods of craft.

The truth we are talking about here in the poem can also bring some hope if it were to meet the lie alone in the open, but the challenge is that the lies always are in groups, they are never alone, if they are they might come back to their sense. Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Disaster

This is very cryptic. I've read the story of Icarus. Nice stuff, well done.-Nicholas Browning

Withering

The last stanza was my favorite, but I really enjoyed the set-up for it with the first two stanzas! This is a really beautiful poem.-Rachel 

Monday, July 10, 2017

Raging Debate

Reading Between The Lines
is impossible because of the density of the forest of concepts - welcome configurations as in "...like the bit of softness between the grass and sky,,,,.-allets

Pandering

Society can be twisted and greedy.-Jessica

a really strong piece great work :)-chandelier

Satish,
Very powerful piece of writing.-Michael