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Bracelets In A Box (Free verse) by cuddlytiger17

As each night slowly fades away And turns into another weary day I still find myself thinking of you And everything we’ve been through I remember the ecstasy of your laugh The gentleness in your eyes And the truth in your lies I recall just how peaceful you made me feel And how what we had felt so real But as time and distance became our enemy We were forced to say farewell And leave fate the power to tell With hearing the clock’s tick-tocks I recollect memories of you And bracelets in a box.

Sasha 11-May-04/3:54 PM
Poetry is words, not thoughts. You can have the most moving, inspiring thought, idea, or emotion and still have it turn to verse as commonplace as the paper it's written on and as dispensable.

Whether poetry is good or not has absolutely nothing to do with whether it "somes from your soul" or not. It's good if the words are strung together in a way that is pleasing both aurally and cognatively.

True, good verse and feeling can coincide and they often do, but the fact is that they are independent of each other. If the Aeneid represents Virgil's emotions then he's the king of psychopaths.

If you had conquered the self-admitted problem of your "short attention span" and read through the poem of mine you viewed, which is a translation of Antonio Machado's Retrato, you would have seen that it was written in a very detatched, unemotional manner. The poem had nothing to do with the way machado was feeling.




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