- Apr 2025
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poets.org poets.org
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First the air is blue and then it is bluer and then green and then black I am blacking out and yet my mask is powerful it pumps my blood with power the sea is another story the sea is not a question of power I have to learn alone to turn my body without force in the deep element.
Once again the writer gives vivid descriptions of what air would look like. It is very plausible in my opinion.
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Rung after rung and still the oxygen immerses me the blue light the clear atoms of our human air.
I believe that this has a vivid way to explain what oxygen would look like. I feel it is described perfectly. So perfectly I can almost feel what blue oxygen would look and feel like.
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I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone.
This poem speaks about Cousteau, the explorer, yet the diver is dive exploring alone. I have never heard of anyone diving alone during and exploration dive. It would be way too dangerous. Yikes!!!
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- Mar 2025
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poets.org poets.org
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For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Apocalypitic heaven? Im not thinking so...Hell, apocalyptic hell!
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I highlighted where it was referencing the hollow men being dead, at least spiritually dead because of their guilt and shame. They say a spiritual death is more horrible than a physical death. A spiritual death they say the person is hollow and empty. It would be empty and there would be a constant hunger for that empty hollow feeling to be filled and it would be like dying from starvation. A trully painful way to die. Just saying!
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- Feb 2025
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A wan Valkyrie whose wide pinions shine Across the ensanguined ruins of the fray, And in her hand swings high o’erhead, Above the waster of war, The silver torch-light of the evening star Wherewith to search the faces of the dead.
No idea why, but this section is elegant, romantic, beautiful, and final to me. Yet, not for the poet. For the poet her journey has just begun. Or the Valkyrie's journey has just begun.
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An Autumn SunsetBy Edith Wharton
It feels ancient. Like it was written during the time of Thor, Oden, and Asgard. Maybe Greek or Roman mythology perhaps?
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Mid-zenith hangs the fascinated day
This sentence felt like a quick deep breath taken by the poet. The reason is the violent illusion that the beginning and end sentences portray in this piece. I totally agree with Abbie that it sounds like the middle of war. Not just a war, but a very violent war at that!
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