The revision of a 2012 poem that is pretty melodramatic for that point in my life in hindsight. Nice to look back on as a venting session. Revisions done were word choice and enjambments.
Clouds, rain, food, and houses are made out of Stardust.
Perfect.
Oh, and I learned another new word today. Enjambment I often wondered as I'm reading some poets here, one in particular that never uses punctuation. It's just a lot of run-on sentences is what I called them initially, it bothered me but now it's quite enjoyable as I can read it as quickly as I want. Something different and new for me always.
Love these lines:
If they think
I have committed a crime
then I say "check the mirror before speaking"
Clouds, rain, food, and houses are made out of Stardust.
Perfect.
Oh, and I learned another new word today. Enjambment I often wondered as I'm reading some poets here, one in particular that never uses punctuation. It's just a lot of run-on sentences is what I called them initially, it bothered me but now it's quite enjoyable as I can read it as quickly as I want. Something different and new for me always.
I like the symbolism of the way you use colour. It becomes specific but also universal.
Very powerful poem.