| + interesting view of self realisation | Luminita Suse [22.Jan.04 04:59] |
| Tonight I read many English poems on this site and this is far the most interesting of all. It kept my attention alive until the end and could not find any flow. I remember I used to Comb my locks for hours Counting the hairs entangled in my brush And I wished I could grow feathers So that I changed my me Into a stranger. ... I burst into laughter one night In my sleep As I remembered the time Before I was myself Nice verses! I find these verses a bit more appealing then: I can still hear my old roars Of hysteric laughter. But probably it was your intention - get scared when I started reading and calm down by the end of your poem. | |
| = nice to be meeting you on the corridor | Motoc Lavinia [24.Jan.04 00:01] |
| I have enjoyed your poem, nice ending coming as an explanatory statement. The corridor was probably the most exciting part to me and the idea on which your poem is based. | |
| = to conclude, it is a thought not many people laid in words | Diana Pacuraru [08.Nov.04 00:46] |
| This one, I like. It's the 2nd one I read from you and it gave me a special impression. I like especially the fact that the title kind of matches a state: the darkness of unknown, the darker side of the time before birth. It is darker than death, because not many people think of it. Tell me, those walls you wrote about, are they actually the walls that keep your knowledge from infinity? The mystery, I mean, the unknown. Unknown usually builds walls... Good job anyway | |