Ohhhhh WOW
This is brutal! Beautiful!
At twenty, he stared
into the eyes of a tiger,
At this point it should not be a spoiler if I saw what next, but ok, I won't,
In his golden years... a nursing home.
This is SO cool!
It's like a poem version of Old Man and the Sea, kinda, sorta.
Not that I know how to critique poetry.
But this... this speaks to me.
You don't need to be a poet to critique poetry, just human. :) I think that leaving poetry to experts, or music, or dancing, etc., is sad. Those are important parts of being human.
Thanks for your kind comments. The Old Man and the Sea is a book I enjoy, but I had not thought of it when writing this. I do see that there are some similarities now also.