Postby Anna Mae » Mon Jan 03, 2005 5:14 am
Once again, a bunch of excellent poems. I went through a time where I felt like all my poetry sounded the same: full of hyperbole and depressing. In retrospect, though, I consider them some of my better works. Poetry is to express our feelings, is it not?
I especially like your last two. I've felt just like that not too long ago.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€