So completely wonderful, you have a nack for taking unusual descriptions and using them in common ways or vice versa and you also have such a unique voice that I have loved for years. This, of course, is absolutely no exception. I especially love how you made it feel like you could be talking directly to any one of us, talking to us as a whole, or even talking to yourself in a way. Stunning.
Uhmm my soils are idk. They lack some nutrients. I'm trying to replenish them with lots of them but it's hard to get my callous hands on them...
specially when I don't know which nutrients are needed... oh well, in the mean time I just enjoy tending the soil and planting some seeds...
Enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing.
5 months ago
To be honest, after reading this poem, I think I should quit poetry.
My soils has no nutrients and my versus are not stringed together.
But I think that your tongue is coated with syrup ; your poems have purpose and poise and I am sure the first time you took your breath the air was inundated with poetry.
And I think I should spend hours reading your poems, so that I can learn how to breathe poems all the time.
Please don't be so modest. I mean after writing something like this you dedicated it to your fellow poets.
Yeah, they are good but you are better.
No wonder why your poems win the weekly contests, and I am pretty sure this one will too.
Absolutely love this. I'm lost for words which is Ironic.
3 months ago
Judging comment: This is the stuff. I wish I had words and I so desperately want to give this poem the proper comment but every time I pick apart and piece through, I only feel like I can 'breathe'. An ode to fellow poets, those of us who get one another even if we truly don't, in that longing desire and understanding. The nooks and crannies of the palms - so tender and gentle yet fierce. I loved every single bit of this poem, and hope it gets highlighted on the front page for everyone to see. Beautiful, beautiful stuff.
to you dear poets by hiraeth points: 7
Mark has this way of writing that's unique and very profound but which resonates with the best of us here on this site which is why I couldn't overlook this poem when reading it without giving it the recognition it deserved. We can all relate to this poem on where our poetry originates from - did we start writing to help someone through their pain because we've known pain all our lives, did we write because poetry is 'in our blood', do we write for fun or is it because poetry is the only help we ourselves have or is it just because in English class we read a poem that we thought "wow I wish I could write like that one day" too. Mark says it all but in a much better way than I ever could.