But the stars don't hear me drowning in the nihilism and loneliness of the night, the wounded silence at 4 am when the universe is talking to me, the blue-grey nocturnal strife, hope but despair.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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'This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me --'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8731 )
Strange enough I bought the complete poems back in 2016 and used to read a lot of her work whilst commuting on trains or at the park. Put a bookmark halfway through it and never finished it. She has a lot of good adages and I admire a lot about her, but the majority of it doesn't speak to me or interest me. Maybe it's basic or predictable rhymes. I don't tend to write shorter poems myself, but this one is actually the title of a painting I recently finished, so I'm content with it being succinct. Thanks for reading.
Yes, I too tend to approach Emily at specific moments of life
not an everyday read for sure, but like you say she does have good adages
and I like her subtle digs at a world, she finds so fascinating
I just thought your poetry's nuances resonated with Emily's defiant lines
on this occasion.
'Indulgently relatable imagery in defiant self-expression, rich in brevity and originality'
is how I would describe the majority of your poetry, a privilege to read
thanks for sharing and good luck with all your endeavours, dear Poet
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