One of my night poems, that is to say, a poem that begins to be written during the un(sub)conscious state of sleeping only to be finished upon awakening. I consider them special because of the mystery of their birth.
So many justs of such beauty, makes one wonder where you get the time. But as you stated, these ideas come to you in your dreams sublime. Very nicely rendered as I watched your calm return after posting this little delight from the night.
What struck me was not the usual layering of an idea which is your successful style, but the word "Just" at the head of every stanza. As a qualifying word, I was left thinking about the cliche phrase: Just sayin' To put this poem in that same mindset, the reader is made to self examine himself due to your phrasing that doesn't pontificate or demand. Well done.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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