Fool-Proof

This Era, just made of static My Path: the road enigmatic And every move doth seem erratic As I try to keep my thoughts Pragmatic But a muddled, maddened, mourning Mind Reasons not with the Trials at hand My Point forgotten, please pass me the Wine (For nothing ever goes as planned)

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/23/2013 2:57:00 PM

I agree with Catie, I feel you have much more to say. Perhaps it's a matter of moving beyond your comfort zone and pushing yourself. You are an articulate guy and I have no doubt you have the talent.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 5:30:00 PM

I think it's more a matter of philosophy than comfort. I just have this belief that if a poem is too long, my ideas and meaning get muddled in metaphors and I lose impact. I would rather my poems be like giant meteor that crashes into the readers mind, rather than a series of small, strung-out and strung-along meteorites that make dings. That's probably a poor simile, but I hope it makes sense :)

Vicky Tsiluma

Date: 8/23/2013 9:28:00 AM

I love this - the angst comes out subtly and the drowning of sorrows lends well to the theme. Well penned.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 9:57:00 AM

Thanks as always for dropping in, Vicky. Interesting that you found angst; I figured most would find apathy. I love different interpretations. I appreciate the compliments; you are one terrific lady :)

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 9:53:00 AM

Your kind words have made my day, Catie. I cannot really tell you how much it means to me. As to your question of age, I am 34, but many of the poems I have been posting were written in my early twenties. I appreciate that you would like to see longer pieces, but it's just a personal preference that my rhyming poems never exceed 16 lines; after that, I think ideas get muddled and drowned.