|THE FOREST GREEN: Beneath the Towering Spires|
5 comments12 Aug 2007 @ 02:17 by vaxen : Nice!
Very well said, Marissa. However if you've ever read Robert Graves' works then you must know that there is no need whatsoever for poetry to rhyme itself to death.
Unfortunately most American, I suppose other nationalities as well, school children are not familiarized with Graves' work.
He says of poetry that it is 'religious invocation of the Muse' and that a woman should write as the Muse behind all poesy.
Agree or disagree he has a point. The Sofayeen, as well, mention this...
Symbolizes nature...veiled or unveiled. I personally care not either way nor will I be subservient to male or female dichotes of any persuasion.
Let's look into the root meaning of the word and take from all those fractals a semblance of essence beyond the plus or minus of it all. No Gods No Goddesses just pure being.
I like the way your word arrangements fall and fit themselves into a beingness which trance-mits your feeling...good show, Marissa.
12 Aug 2007 @ 04:03 by skookum : Thanks *grins
I have a feeling the last poetry this guy had read was Dr Seuss
12 Aug 2007 @ 04:54 by jazzolog : Dr. Seuss
you silly goose
was too obtuse
a screw was loose
too much mousse
turned his hair puce
his poems in a noose
he screamed O Deuce
now he's with Zeus
12 Aug 2007 @ 04:57 by skookum : yeah
that's the idea jazz!
29 Apr 2016 @ 06:26 by Bandar Togel @184.108.40.206 : brilliant! I would like to share this ar
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