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NEW BURLINGTON "No eternal reward will forgive us for wasting the dawn.".......Jim Morrison The Songster subliming pre-stacked heaps What the Jokester tumbles in mockery Around the decay habituated with correcting Thought back to null before it enters sleep. Stumbling against hungry bodies to tire that much Dreams lose context into drivel like we would With the mindlessness that becomes thought strained Of making any day different than the one before. But Jokester takes jest as art. The Songster chided out: You may have a voice but a poet must have a song. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lynda G Smith On Date: 2008-07-26 03:48:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James: I keep coming back to this piece, like a beautiful morsel of leather to be suppled between the teeth before it can become what it was meant to be in your mind and heart. I ache to stumble around in your frame of reference for just a bit. It's only right that in a dreamless and sleepless night, I look again at its heart.
There is Life and Art here in a Robert Rauschenberg-like tug-o-war. Jim's poetry took us to that level of becoming aware... the challenge to open the doors between what is known and what is unknown. I think Neitzche would have loved to read Jim's work too. Of such stuff are dreams made...and the odd song.
I love how this feels on my tongue, how the words surround the ideas and the possibilities.
It's almost dawn... I better try to get some sleep before I waste it.
This is more a read response than a critique. I can't pretend to what I do not know. Just wanted to let you know that this was important to me.