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A Web Within In insight, the writer’s web takes form beyond spider web patterns, within the mind’s design and moiled in painted dreams. This mysterious eye probes hidden corners of night shadow for sunbeams that hold dust particles, celestial bodies orbiting some lost galaxy. Then, as evening cover fades the light, little by little, measures of understanding rivet themselves. It is the creative voice emerging, as apparition in sound, whispered hopes taken forward, step by step, only to then transmute into brass trumpets detonated by sudden fountains. See how finely the voice casts base passion, emotion written in raw script. While a curious muse guides sentiments of love, in the audible, aching, moan, which gyrates into fear far surpassing spines mired in spasm. Yet, can this writer hide himself from faltering apprehension, even while he feigns boldness? Not likely! Nonetheless, he longs for levels of wisdom. Yet, only follows the wanderings of a pen, tied to brief hints of gifted ink, for all is written by means of the web, shrouded, and obscure. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Erzahl Leo M. Espino On Date: 2005-02-06 18:20:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Lennard,
“In insight, the writer’s web takes form beyond spider
web patterns, within the mind’s design and moiled in
painted dreams.”
--- Well said! You have CAPTURED the essence of passion we all writers want to convey. You have RELEASED these hidden and subliminal thoughts.
“It is the creative voice emerging, as apparition in
sound, whispered hopes taken forward, step by step, only
to then transmute into brass trumpets detonated by sudden
fountains.”
--- Lyrically intoxicating...you have such a gift in combining words that is entertaining yet evoke thought-provoking views. Amazing!
“Yet, can this writer hide himself from faltering
apprehension, even while he feigns boldness? Not likely!
Nonetheless, he longs for levels of wisdom. Yet, only
follows the wanderings of a pen, tied to brief hints of
gifted ink, for all is written by means of the web,
shrouded, and obscure.”
--- Great ending! Thanks for being truthful in your words here…I appreciate your honesty. These are dilemmas that we writers usually encounter – a part of ourselves are exposed to the general public…and we can’t deny hiding some of our intimacies.
“he longs for levels of wisdom”, “wanderings of a pen” and “gifted ink” – these are lovely phrases, clever words...you have done it well! Kudos!
As always,
Erzahl :)