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Tuttey
Aug 20, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Governed

Slipping up on fates design. No destination the road winds. Driver seat handed over to those, blind to the heart, mind, and soul No destination the road winds. Slipping up on fates design.
— Tuttey, Aug 20, 2007

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

Wow,

only the second poem of yours I've read but again I felt the need to read it aloud. You do have a gift for the sound of our language. The structure is perfect in encapsulating the idea. Just my personal opinion, more philosophically than poeticly, I see "Driver seat handed over to those, blind to the heart, mind, and soul" as more a political issue than destiny. Once again you have ellicited a comment longer than the poem. One of the definitions of poetry I like is "compression of meaning". You do it. cheers, Jess
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Tuttey

18 years 9 months ago

Interesting take

I hadn't seen it as political but I can see how it could be viewed that way. Now that I think of it in a way it is. I wrote this when my son had just gone into treatment facility and I didn't think the organization which facilitated his placement had his best interests at heart.