12-01-2011, 04:10 PM
I'm glad to have read Todd's critique since I had no idea what any of this poem was about until then. I am criticising myself here - To me, this is like the equivalent of the works of Tracey Emin and Damien Hirst...mystifying. I caught a hint of pedophilia, I caught a hint of a description of the creative process, and the passage of the years...but, the whole, escaped me.
My background interferes with my ability to understand those who think outside the box. (in other words - I'm a dumbo!)
BUT all is not lost.....at least with poetry I can read and enjoy the rhythm, the rhyme and most of all the creative use of words....your piece has this in spades.
My background interferes with my ability to understand those who think outside the box. (in other words - I'm a dumbo!)
BUT all is not lost.....at least with poetry I can read and enjoy the rhythm, the rhyme and most of all the creative use of words....your piece has this in spades.