Wow...speechless...friggin wow...

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"Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit."
— e.e. cummings

Utterly incredible. The imagery, the metaphors--everything blew me away, from emotional value to structure and choice of words.
wow.

-A.C.

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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between his shoulderblades will seriously cramp his style.
-- Vlad Taltos (Writer: Steven Brust)

You've used spacing very well in this poem. The last three words are beautifully strung out. They keep the reader waiting.

In a way when I read it I was waiting for the last word in the hopes that it would explain it all; state clearly what you meant instead of riddles and word-dances. When the last word was "cat", a word that had already come up and offered no sudden illumination, it made me pause for a second to wonder if you really were just talking about a cat before running back over the rest of the poem again in my head. All these thoughts only took a fraction of a second, but they left me wanting to read the whole thing again and look deeper.

Your use of roman numerals as the headings of the verses means that I accidentally read the first line as "I swallow bird feathers raw". This gave a slightly twisted view of the rest of the poem for me, especially when the next verse took place in the kitchen; a perfect place for eating.

Speaking of swallow, I like the way you tied in both meanings of the word; the bird with 'feathers' and the action with 'raw'.

I'm still going back over this and picking up more meanings to the flow of words. I don't know if any of them are what you intended when you wrote the poem, but I like that every time I look deeper I find something new.

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Ní fonn liom é.

terent,

this puts a question in my mind.
is there a parallel between the
love of your city
and the love of your woman?

your choice of a moniker says
something of your heart, i think.

and, BTW, if what you write brings
questions, i think, the value
of the piece is established.

pip

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when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09

well, there isn't really anything i can say, as i wouldn't know what, so

very well done

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"Poetry is the only language we share with the unknown."
- Breyten Breytenbach

"Some are born posthumously."
- Nietzsche

Thank you.

<sup>Awwh.. Nyc.


This is beautiful. c:</sup>

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This is beautiful. The imagery, the metaphors, and it is simple yet complex in a way. The words and verses in this poem are spontaneous like the waves, and powerful like the waves. One of those poems that give you a kind of...blissfull heartbreak? If you know what I mean. =]

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
-Robert Frost

Aw, thank you.

Ironically, the title was inspired by me sitting there, trying to figure out a title and then realizing that I was playing with one of those key-rings and it had ended up on my finger. I still have no idea where it came from. It sounds a little like love.

Haha, the kind of reaction every writer dreams of!