solomonstorm

2011-04-11
i would like to tell you something.
with love.

i have been there.
and i care
but if i don't,
and no-one else won't
then i will try
to on't... aye
and if i can't
then i'll ask an ant
and you know what he'll say
try again a different way
and then...
the sonnet
the prose
the angst
and

the poet.


knowit
with respect
an aspect
of the poet

creativity
and you.
never stop
rock-n-roll
bro'

2011-04-11
poignant.
understandable.
sad.
unendurable.
guess what?
never stop.

2011-04-08
damn fine poetry.
evocative, emotion is sanguine, almost transcendant of the now or here. read a few of yours, and enjoyed 'em all.
the "about 'you'" on your page brings to mind trying to describe the emotion evoked by a clean and pristine piece of lined or unlined paper, with a fine point felt tip pen centered at a 45 degree angle on top, waiting pregnantly for my pleasure.
i try to describe how that picture makes me feel, and invariably fail, not for lack of a listener, or reader, but for divine words, sublime, or even close. i'm not the poet i wish i was, but a poet i am, however powerless to define the indescribable.

loved your poems this morning. epic.

mind returning the favor, and reading a few of mine? very few comments or reviews on this site so far. getting lonely.

i write poems that rhyme, but you write poetically, and i'd like to think we both achieve the same goal, though that's sort of debatable. read standing tall, or the artsy-fartsy one in which i try to describe what i've mentioned here. not very well, i oughta admit.

thanks.