"Whipped"

i love this poem. Possibly because I don't understand it very much, but mainly because it has some really powerful images in it, and I think that that's an important point of poetry really.

Retrospect on bygones of flagulation? "Whipped" resignation bare before review. Am I close? In ink, Dabbler

love a good whip, myself...no games here in this one...love that too...straight shot, side pocket, no prisoners...hot, deep truth spelled red... mikey

I will say that internet poetry has improved drastically since the last time I'd been skulking around sites like this. Kudos.

..mysterious in a way.. i felt anger somewhere between the lines, or is it just me... :)

I love thats it's somewhat vague. Any of us who have loved strong know it is rarely like the movies, like the cards...rarely does it fit into a frame.....its the product of a much more distorted lense. I also love that the choice of words and placement still incite a swirl of scenarios and visions. The wrap up is especially killer by the way...... "That tired wagon will not drag you behind tied to the back hitch through the country you are nobody’s scarecrow." -Nathaniel

I loved this and I see nothing to fault bravo ~! love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

it's a beautiful loose lyrical poem (Can I just say Scarecrows do to me,what Zombies do to You, he he)

As one of my friends would say White tea two sugars, I have read a few of your pieces and they are really lovely to read some a little hard to absorb but the feelings of what you are shine through, as you tell us the story of the things you have done or those things that have been done to you. That you have become the master of the now child that would love to run bare footed in the green grass and absorb the suns kisses, is portrayed in your words. A few gaps that leave us wanting more in each poem, but the air of beauty is there, I await the time when you realise that you are completely free and can as that child run, it just takes a thought, Yours Ian.T PS:- I hope the answer is understood by you, it is as an old river that runs deep through the land......

not vague at all, stuck to the subject. sounds like this douche didn't know how to do his thang. pity.

clinging with their carrion beauty claws on the sticks and straw the laughing caw above the wind wove weave of silken light that dresses in the rags suffice and flows the random rythymn sway the hot tangle of the brilliant day intensely desolate leaves me parched for scenes thank you

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