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Aurauris -> RE: Paladin Poetry (10/2/2012 12:42:09)
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My abounding thanks and adoration to you, Imaru, for I had been lacking in poetical tidbits as thought-provoking as your own to snack upon until I found your thread (consider yourself warned, as I shall be keeping an eager eye out for any new posts you make here and adding my further thoughts to the fray, muahaha!).
To begin, let me lay a plate of freshly-baked hunny-muffins before Serentiy Ookami in props for having accurately captured mine own reaction of spine-skipping chills as well. You've captured your emotions in a clear forlornness, yet without falling into the typical writers' rut of "weep-woe-sniffle-sniffle", for which I am heartily delighted. Instead, you've infused your writings with a sense of unspoken resoluteness, whether upon an acceptance of how things are, or a determination to move onwards and upwards. Truly the stoofs of inspiration, you have. Humbly for more to be written, I ask. :3
For specifics, I believe the poem which captured my interest the most was "But a Lie". I love the imagery here of not only both the solid earth beneath his feet and the air above his head, but even the speaker's memories and consciousness, seeming to slip all at once from his grasp:
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As the ground falls away beneath my feet...
As the sky soars above my reach...
As my life escapes beyond my keep...
Here I see the the curling of what is left of his very being into a single thread of memory, until all that is left is to sleep and to dream of what defines and yet is forbidden to him. There have been many days where my soul ached for just such an opportunity to slip within and lose myself between the pages of a cherished remembrance, thus I was pleasantly startled to hear this poem speak so closely to my own hopes and experiences. Consider your intent to reach out and strike a nerve fulfilled!
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