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The Poorly Dressed He is not dressed well, Tattering is his ode to the world. A world that wants something of itself Thrown back into its face newly. The hope, even sometimes, its death knoll loss. Tomorrow's limited life celebrity Reduced to fashion statement. (I suspect his tattering to have something to do with this.) He also comes and goes (I could say unmindful of his clothes... but I'm not here to poem that way.) Unnoticed in his intention to the point of volatility. You see, when he's good it doesn't matter, Not one whit, it doesn't matter at all. His sleeves don't have to meet where they fall (oops.) He's a poet and that IS the matter. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2006-02-07 08:36:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.60526
James this was something that started out well for at least this reader but for some reason the last two verses seemed to lose my train of thought for I could not see the poorly dressed. Just a thought. Thanks for sharing.