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| (4.5)| Dear Solace  I was on a hunt for unique writing to read and stumbled on this. This offering found me in a strange town, with a beautiful life developing. I find a poem about a lost poem. Now this is a topic in a writer's community I'm sure a lot can relate with. I, myself, have lost words right here on this very screen with an accidental finger swipe and resulting tap and complete whiteout. The reason I'm writing in Google Docs, or iPad now. Lost poetry unto itself with its value to the author can have a romantic theme. We put our love into those expressions, some which we cannot recall completely or accurately. We know the heart of the message. Sad to part with those words. I even made copies of love notes offered in those flailing romantic attempts, in case I'd never see them again. With your poem you set scene, give a bit of detail on how that poem is lost to rain. It becomes he tells on a bus ride and that either through disinterest or tired all, including poet, fall asleep. Then, the inserted dream sequence with a voice assuring 'all is not lost'. This sends me back to something earlier in the poem: "Yet, I fail to mend ruined remains." The physical presence of poem is not their. I feel it is the writer's soul and goals as poet that romantically assemble to see this speaker as the poem. Efforts, obstacles, drive to be the heart of that poem longing to be written, in question as that of existentialism. It seems to hand off the thoughts of life to focus on how a life is lived. This one is broken. I think it's moments like this that one considers if they can move on, if life could get back to how it was. If there is a way to get over loss, to find a happier existence. That's what's speaking to me right there. And more, I feel the self-assured tone at the end is knowledge...it's still early...and it not over yet. The writer is always writing because of experience. This poem reminds me of experience, with a rough voice trying to find oneself. I mean, there could have been better grammar and ways to improve all that for better outcome. But, isn't this part of what the struggle to overcome is about? We grapple with how to phrase something, say something, have it be received as intended and restore order. It's always that first step, hard to decide. Having met with failure and loss, don't want that ruination to reoccur. I liked brightly chose theme and narrative tone, and the notion, we the poets are poems, by how we experience life with our blue depths. It paints a rough image as if almost abstract art, where a viewer like myself might see something others haven't. And, it's through experience that I can find the heart and soul of that poet right here on this page. It isn't lost to me, though maybe time? There's always a chance. That ending sweetly ending your poetic piece. Thanks for sharing and inspiring me, Brian WDC Angel Army Reviewer    My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .
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