Yours releases more positive undertones; mine doesn’t really conclude. In fact, this whole poem is ouroboric, as the sentiments it describes, seem to be so as well.
Thanks Zerk 🙂
I’m not fond of hope, I believe I’ve talked about it in a couple of different essays and poetics; But if you’re hopeful yourself, there is no reason why your poems shouldn’t be, as well. There is beauty in everything.
I know praise come easily on wordpress and can sometimes seem suspect, but I have to say, this poem is truly beautiful, with every ounce of sincerity I can invoke into those three syllables.
Oh… Thank you!, I personally don’t love this one, but the process in which it was written grips me, and I felt compelled to post. I’m very glad you liked it, means a ton to me.
I think I understand why you don’t like it. The poem lacks catharsis, but that’s okay. It’s only in prose that this is essential. The melancholy of it moved me deeply.
Not fond of hope? My life would be depressing if I couldn’t keep hope alive. But hope it’s useless if you don’t make the cause to be. But your poem? Well written and makes one think,
I’m not fond of hope as a concept; as in, I think it harms more than helps, often times. Ancient Greeks agreed, and many others since, but I remain hopeful. I have a post “Small Book Excerpt On Hope” that delves into this more deeply, but I do remain hopeful, I think for as long as you are alive, you hold a semblance of hopes of many kinds — but it goes to say, it doesn’t mean you must *like* the hope in which you are built!
Of course, merely an opinion, not to be taken too heavily; we all have different views on hope, and they all hold a little truth.
And thank you so much!
Very similar sentiment to a poem I wrote called “Ashes” guess I have to post it on my blog now…
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Yours releases more positive undertones; mine doesn’t really conclude. In fact, this whole poem is ouroboric, as the sentiments it describes, seem to be so as well.
Thanks Zerk 🙂
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True. It’s kind of a hallmark of my work that in the end there is hope. This may evolve over time, but I’m comfortable with it for now.
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I’m not fond of hope, I believe I’ve talked about it in a couple of different essays and poetics; But if you’re hopeful yourself, there is no reason why your poems shouldn’t be, as well. There is beauty in everything.
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I know praise come easily on wordpress and can sometimes seem suspect, but I have to say, this poem is truly beautiful, with every ounce of sincerity I can invoke into those three syllables.
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Oh… Thank you!, I personally don’t love this one, but the process in which it was written grips me, and I felt compelled to post. I’m very glad you liked it, means a ton to me.
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I think I understand why you don’t like it. The poem lacks catharsis, but that’s okay. It’s only in prose that this is essential. The melancholy of it moved me deeply.
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it makes me want to drum for a rain of the milk of human kindness, which creates clay to build…
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Not fond of hope? My life would be depressing if I couldn’t keep hope alive. But hope it’s useless if you don’t make the cause to be. But your poem? Well written and makes one think,
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I’m not fond of hope as a concept; as in, I think it harms more than helps, often times. Ancient Greeks agreed, and many others since, but I remain hopeful. I have a post “Small Book Excerpt On Hope” that delves into this more deeply, but I do remain hopeful, I think for as long as you are alive, you hold a semblance of hopes of many kinds — but it goes to say, it doesn’t mean you must *like* the hope in which you are built!
Of course, merely an opinion, not to be taken too heavily; we all have different views on hope, and they all hold a little truth.
And thank you so much!
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