Would you comment on my Dorsimbra about the limitations of words poets?

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Peter

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Words”


The moss-soft cooing of supernal choirs
When juxtaposed against the jagged edge
Of daily life’s damnations and desires
Quite puts the lie to this my privilege.

I am struck dumb
The hum
That turns back words
Eludes my grasp.

I gasp, and laugh, at what cannot be said;
It’s everything that matters most you see
And yet the province of those things is not
The moss-soft cooing of supernal choirs.
 
Gosh, I wrote a few Dorsimbra's back in the day...

this is very good

form is excellent--as usual...

I like your words---I love it when poets use juxtaposed, that word makes me giggle for some reason...

tee hee...
 
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