Sometimes you really get in to a review....and that is the joy of reviewing..... |
I fell into a poem quite by accident. There I was surrounded by images not of my making but of another's vision. I lost my way floundering in metaphorical morasses, clinging to shreds of dangling participles and sinking. An image flickered by, inconsequential, but nonetheless I grasped at it; reaching with bloodied fingers. Slowly, dragging myself from the verbiage 'til, finally I lay, bleeding slime and simile on the shore. The minutely described earth beneath me shook, words avalanched down from some undiscovered cliff and my heart pounded in rhythm to cadence and footstep. Deep voice reverberated, shocking heart to silence. Echoed by a smaller cry of confusion, a voice hampered by delusion and lacking in confidence. I crawl, leaving a trail of fractured phrases behind, as ahead, blinking a beacon to sanity-- I see my monitor from a side I never expected: view myself imersed within, yet cannot catch my mind's eye to pull me out. My outer self is too busy typing a review- praises fall from brick red skies, and I lie on razor edged grasses watching my monitor grow dark, trapping me within. In the ensueing darkness five new stars glow on the horizon. |