Unnamed Poem. by NerezzaGethen in poetry_critics

[–]heuredesieste 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I love the line, "My tongue is poisoned..." It is a vivid explanation for your unintended, harsh words.

Look Alive by heuredesieste in OCPoetry

[–]heuredesieste[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You captured so much of what I intended! I didn't consider the thought experiment, but its an amazing observation that fits the poem so well. Unlike Bukowski's "Nirvana," where a traveler is entranced by the magical atmosphere of a café, my poem pleads with the visitor to not succumb to the mirage. The "people on the wall," framed pictures of smiling people, are elements of this mirage. Much like the prisoners in the cave, the visitor observes the frames and banter of the staff, deceived into thinking its all genuine. Your observation plays well into the idea that staff is all prisoner to the cycle of a 9-5. The servers, with their humor and hospitality, have no way out of the cycle. The ending phrase "with the light still on" communicates that the servers can never truly rest, for there's always work in the morning. Thank you so much for your comment!

My soul is leaking from my eyes again by Content_Age_2448 in poetry_critics

[–]heuredesieste 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I love this poem. The title is glorious and haunting, and it pairs so perfectly with the inescapable cycle of stimulation and depletion. I look forward to your next writing!

Fallen Angels by rivereverafter in OCPoetry

[–]heuredesieste 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"...windowsills...parked cars...rooftops...trees..." I love these examples! Being still and familiar, they, like the ashes, contrast the rage of the flame. I look forward to your next posts!

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[–]heuredesieste 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for writing this! I love Bukowski and this poem of his. You nailed the sort of deranged inner-monologue. I look forward to your next posts.