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By Talisker
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28 September 2006 |
Self
Self, the last great untamed wilderness.
Each one of us sets out, intrepid,
To gain the true magnetic pole of Self.
Few reach their goal. Fewer return.
None return unscathed,
From Self.
Oli (28/09/06) |
Careful there !
Written by patterjack (1159 comments posted) 28th September 2006 | Someone may accuse you of lacking rhyme and rhythym ( their spelling , not mine !)
Someone perhaps may then comment on the syllabic arrangement .
Especially as , read one way O Ambiguity ! the delight of poesy ! its narrowing down inverts the sense arrangement of to and from self.
Thought I'd be a smartarse for once and get away from the near universal cry of wow !
I must admit that self is something i wish to avoid having anything to do with ; I can't, I really can't stand the bugger.
Prosit !
patterjack |
Written by Phil (6645 comments posted) 28th September 2006 | I spell it like this: rhythm, you spell it like this: rythm. Which is correct?
Sorry, the poem. Liked it a lot. Not full of beauty, despair, anger or humour like much of your work, but a simple commentary that made me think.
I've thought, and now I'm depressed as I suspect you are right. Still, I'll attempt to have fun trying.
All the best,
Phil.
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Written by francoise (129 comments posted) 30th September 2006 | | adored it. How nice to think small on a subject so large and never ending. I look forward to reading more of your work. |
Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 3rd October 2006 | Have tried to review this before but my comment vanished into the ether...suffice to say, I love it.
Elli |
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