Critical Analysis #1 |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
all i can twist is my body my words can't dance i am just lost in a bloody battle against ignorance the mosquitoes are biting my leg so i can scratch myself into an elevated shaft where i should lay on my raft narrow is my mind forcing it to expand without success i crawl in my bed wishing for love to come along i go crazy calling on God [This message has been edited by monique (edited 10-27-2000).] |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
sheesh monique as usual in your poems I "see" things - not always nice things either, but nothing wrong with that easy to pick up the sense of frustration in the first third and final stanzas but the second seemed to go off at a tangent somewhat - but then that's pretty much normal for you ...lol...... interesting as usual monique, and it always amazes me that as a second language you handle english so well thanks philip |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
thank you for the attention philip there was real mosquitoes biting my leg as i was typing and i wrote it to make the poem longer hum! hum! the truth, i did not know it would end up this way |
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