Poem -
Optimistic Critic
Listen'd,
Handful words
Went on picking
For flowers
Disguarding weeds
Not meantÂ
To see
As in opinions
Though one of millions
Should matter.
Those, invasive
VinesÂ
Stretch far and wide
Whereas comprised,
Burn'd
In flaming talk
Seperating truth and
Beauty.
Who?
But the usual sneer
At such entitlementÂ
ThrowingÂ
Water stealers
To fire,
Yet this perennialÂ
Learn'd
Save tongue;
For even space has stars
Most unfortunate souls
Have suns,
In cold n' most
Common therapeutical print
I see love, gorgeousnessÂ
Eyes underline
When high horseman go shy blind,
These internal givings
In everyone.
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Comments
Wow D!! ~ this is an amazing piece of writing.......... fine prose brother!!......... the thoughtful care put into your phrasing....... to make such an insightful statement.......... is what we all hope to do....... and what you have achieved beautifully here........" For even space has stars, Most unfortunate souls have suns..." ~ friggin' great man!!.........LOVE this......... gotta savor this one........PINNED.........high fives my man!!........ peace...........T xo
Thanks big bro! I read Death Of A Ball Turret Gunner, and thought why not look up more about Mr. Jarell and learning he was a harsh critic and how there are many of them and even I judge, but thinker deeper on it when I have nothing nice to say I keep it to myself and I am getting it day by day that what doesn't speak to me may scream loud to others.....Everyone has a world within and your favorite lines when I wrote them is a perfect example of them. Truly glad you got this one and understand the point. Much love and respect. Peace!