oo oo ...


no I won't say it, not here.




But in all honesty cuddlemonster, the wrong aspect of your poem ignited this.


Indi:

this land
is no farming land

it eats
all them years
the dear seed

and never gives it back

It feels dismal
I stumbled a bit on the middle because of the srange syntax, but that middle made me read it again, and again.
What i got from it:
literally talking about land and its failure to grow crops
an infertile woman's body
so in essence the poem ends up inadvertantly comparing this women's body to infertile land, without explictly doing so. Don't you think that's very effective? The poem is simple, but more grounded, more tangible, and can lead off into different tangets that all still come back to the same theme.

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