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RE: The Night & its Bewitching Might — Where Poets Dream & Cry (Original Poem)
Hey Yahia,
so much strong pieces of alliteration, wordplay and fantastic imagery driven storytelling, it's almost difficult to remember that you are writing about the seemingly mundane of sinks and walls and carpets.
Certainly my favorite line was this:
once more irretrievable in the weave
the way you are spinning that internal rhyme is sublime, good sir.
This is great, thank you for the share.
That's the thing, my friend, in imagination's hands, nothing is mundane, all is raw material that can be transformed into a kind of waking dream. Glad you appreciated it; I enjoyed your entry, too. Best of luck!
imagination is truly a wondrous tool;
best of luck to you too, my friend.