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Injustice The telling feathers all around strewn in clumps upon the ground My scolding rebuke and aiming point dismaying kitties in earnest taunt Til not so far away a limb unsettled from above Labored wings and a fleeing dove to clinch with certainty to decide One plop of dunk as white as snow. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-04-02 16:54:51
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.70000
JCH, if I were to say I liked this piece I would be as so many are. I am more ambigious towards the construction and format.
The analogy of the purity of snow and bird shit is an interesting one. I think, it is more that moment that kept me beyond the entirety of the piece.
Of scolding or rebuke? I have little to say on the subject. I would like to feign inconsonance towards such thoughts, but I usually believe, for good or bad, justice is what one makes of it. I know there is BAD injustice, but that is not what I refer to, and I believe this piece refers to- such is seldom what life affords- and never in anonymity. Harm is usually harm accepted, I don’t normally allow that acceptance.
Sometimes, in my evil way- I find it all too amusing. I critiqued a poem this month, got no reply and a poor score. I found it amusing- not disconcerting.
As for somebody being considered a “kittie” well it would not be the first time the harsh judgment of cunt was leveled at me. Here kittie, kittie, kittie.
As I said, I’d like to say I really liked this piece, but, well- its not my flotsam peace or litter.