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SummertimeLace Feb 2015
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Tangence Feb 2015
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Favorite poem!
Best conjuring of loneliness in words I have ever seen.
The phrase "a leaf falls" is embedded in the word loneliness.
The visual aspect of the poem conveys the mood very well.
Also, analysis of each line reveals that the arrangement is deliberate.
L(a, or 'la' in french is the feminine form of 'one' or 'the'
'le', also in french is the masculine form
The next two lines, 'af' and 'fa' mirror each other
ll, again, singular
'one', self explanatory
'l' functions as one (1)
And the second half of the segmentation, which reads "oneliness" suggest a declaration of wholeness but also solitude.
Tiffany Marie Dec 2014
Me and ember
Are together
We are the
Best of friends
She and me
And the world we see
We sre alll
together
Me and ember with
Not a single
Diasaster
And if there
Was it wouldnt
Matter cuz
We together won't hurt a soul.
Then again we best friends
And neither will it burn a hole
cuz. We are full
Me a double e. Are
Totally happy
For me to and double e to enjoy
A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.

This may sound easy. It isn't.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel - but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling - not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn't.

It's the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.
The most beautiful and most original arrangement of words I have read in my entire life time, so far.

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