Caducus
on Anorexia is good for the soul by hobojo
21 Nov 2008, 8:38 AM
L9-10 I think could be one line 'I'm full on empty'
The opening 4-7 lines are strongest, not convinced ont he title but like the idea of making a statement to the boys but it needs something more on that as it could be ? reason for why she/he is starving themselves.
Like the meter and form and that S1 and S6 begin and conclude with the message .....
Cant help feeling this is a sandwich though without the filling.
Like: leather gloves, handicap blue, lost a leg - more of the character you serve up good images but too sporadically.
If this is about driving across Nevada then it's hilarious in making that doldrum look exciting. But if it's about running, as the last line implies, with coke and coffee breaks then it's about a crazy person.
Line 2 could lose some words I think. Blacks are no more free than before the election, whites are no more choking, and green money is leaking out of pockets, but I like it anyway.
Karma can really bite
Strange! Love as a choice or a science seems incongruous with romantic notions. Are poets or is love to become an oddity? Maybe both. Maybe when love is a choice or science.
Homography of the soul, perhaps where certain points coincide, seems a better kind, where nature of humans and nurture reconcile.
I made me think, maybe not as you think, but think, and that makes it good
You have captured my year...
Wonderful
Well not quite. Relate it to a mood or a rash, not to anorexia - that's a disease
[\!syntactical brine is fine !\] ;)
Excellent
When I knew that my father was to pass on, I asked him to leave me his handicapped sign in his will.. for situations where you can't find a damn park! I enjoyed this Dovina. Thank you.
this poem sucks, is great, or mediocre at best? gimme some feedback, you who are usually so vocal!
This leaves me wondering about several things, and not getting it. Tell me what is wrong with falling in love with a friend, one of the guys or not. Was he really a friend if he did this? What kind of judge of character are you?
Composed in a shelter along the Appalachian Trail while making a 5 day hike. I was tired and had the shelter to myself, so sat there and over a course of two hours watched the day turn to night and thought on many things. I am a very lucky man.
Liam
Nice flow, far cry from the nuke days