my feedback in April

[joel]

This is my thankful feedback for a place where I learn about myself by learning about what other is, who others are, what I am truly and truly what I'm not. This is my thankful feedback for teachers and freinds whose lessons I have never sat in upon and whose three-dimensionsal lives are as mysterious to me as any faith. This is my thankful feedback for creative space and honesty, for critique and ingnorance, for narcissism and introspection. Thank you.

I had a plan to rule the world with words
on pages, virtual bouquets found full
as codices of holy verse— I failed.
I failed to be diverse, expansive, free
and limitless because I, in the end,
was still a human voice and inky page
and when I longed to touch, I was away
from you— hard touch my verse could not convey
and, bitter as I wept, I’d not assuage
that bitterness. At most can I pretend
to be almighty in my art, to be
a sculptor or a lover’s gasp impaled
on wordy pages two-dimensional—
yet what a death, impaled on lovely swords.

[mousey1]

lovely swords
is it odd or strange
incumbent upon
that words ensconced in swords
do jab
thusly
prod me

[Doreen Peri]

this is beautiful...

thank you... we are grateful you are here

[stilltrucking]

ten four joel
and thank you for your poetry
I am very grateful for that also.