| = Drown | Dan Moldoveanu [04.Dec.09 20:55] |
| that siren call was my mother's this thirst is my disease I glide into her liquid womb, I sink And in the comfort of her embrace In the intoxicating filling of my lungs I drown | |
| = :) | Corina Gina Papouis [05.Dec.09 15:30] |
| i always enjoy the depth of your poems, C Delca. They seem to be written by a man who's been down to the bottom of many things...:) I think in this one the last stanza could improve by allowing me, the reader, to finish it: would you help him or.. otherwise it appears to be..too balanced...:) and we don't like that in deep waters, we want it uneven and sizzling... i would also like to take this opportunity to encourage you further to the next level, thus being ale to offer your own appreciation to the texts you consider fit to receive stars. (please do read the policy on it!) Good luck! | |
| = Dan | Constantin Delca [07.Dec.09 10:37] |
| i like your mini freudian poem and i'm glad that my "plea" inspired you. only the fact that you read it was good help for "the drowning man" i had other meanings in my mind for "siren song" when i wrote this, but nevertheless, your interpretetion is very much appreciated. cheers | |
| = OMG | Constantin Delca [07.Dec.09 11:14] |
| i have to admit that your suggestions are very good and you were right again thank you! i like my poems to be circular and well balanced... i dont know why is that, i cant help myself, it's not a reflection of reality, on the contrary, and this could be a possible explanation for the rest of your comm... oh, my god! cheers | |