A misspelled signboard
does not mislead the vagabond,
the symmetry of the square floor
does not take him home.
The vagabond, counting his strides
in alphabets, passes
through a poem.
He is now a poet,
superlative vagabond.
A contest entry
- two years of writing by Namita.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A bold statement and very well written as well. I like this alot.
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This is really unusual, intriguing imagery. It held my interest.
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...superlative vagabond, yourself!
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This poem has a non-sequitur sort of feel to it. If that's intentional, then, great! Otherwise, try and find a way to link your ideas to unify your poem.
Actually, as I reread this, it's not so non-sequitur. What threw me off was the big space between the third and fourth line. Is there a purpose for the space there? Personally, I don't think it is necessary.
But this is a very interesting, carefree sort of poem. I like it! -
It seems very interesting, I think...
It shows me how a vagabond became a excellent poet.
Well, in my opinion, I think you can use more imagination to express your thoughts.
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