"Never explain your poetry / Because those who will get it do"
Dusty Lace Spun Round and Round
Violet incense on the air Existential absurdity Dusty lace curtains everywhere And a bloodstain on the carpet Like the things I cannot forget Make this the only home for me I tell the kids and I tell you Never explain your poetry Because those who will get it do
The rest will never be impressed Though they seem cross they are depressed They say their freedom is not free And so it seems yet in their dreams They fly up to where they can see My house down here where I am found Wreathed in violet smoke and bound By dusty lace spun round and round On transcendental fantasy
I wave to them and say good night Their bubbles burst upon first light
and yet another work goes into the library to be read every day and enjoyed every time. The way this is going I might just have to buy a couple of your books. Keep up your amasing work, you're an inspiration to all us newby poets of the world.
Reviewed by Franziska Brueggerhoff (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2006
you give it a good mystic atmosphere, whispers of curtains.. smooth and nonchalant
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2006
Wow, what a mouthful of truth in this.
I especially like the lines: "...Never explain your poetry
Because those who will get it do..."
This is GORGEOUS poetry. Hypnotic; metered and rhymed perfectly; outstanding imagery. Love the line "Dusty Lace spun 'round and 'round." Feel embraced by that one sentence. And that pic...ohhhhhhhhh. Well done!
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I especially like the lines: "...Never explain your poetry
Because those who will get it do..."
This is GORGEOUS poetry. Hypnotic; metered and rhymed perfectly; outstanding imagery. Love the line "Dusty Lace spun 'round and 'round." Feel embraced by that one sentence. And that pic...ohhhhhhhhh. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.