A/N: Can also be found on my facebook and my dA. I was listening to Red Right Ankle by the Decemberists when I wrote this. Things do not always have to be perfect and beautiful to make us happy. Sometimes it is sheer, unbridled hard work that contents us-satisfies us. Clumsily We carved out burrows though our fingers were not deft not nearly nimble enough to maneuver through dirt and root, and in all we are not masters who have made a great work of art but lovers who have hollowed out a home.
I feel like I need a speech impediment to read through this work. I feel it forces me to talk really slow and in flat monotone (think Spock from star trek). Overall, there is nothing memorable about this art work. Love n Light.
Well, I'm sorry it didn't speak to you. I do think the whole, "I feel like I need a speech impediment to read through this work" was a little harsh and not at all constructive. I definitely don't think this is the best thing I have ever written, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. At least a little. Good thing I don't write to be memorable. I write to work through my emotions and if someone just so happens to read what I write and dig it as well, then that's great. If not, oh well. Too bad.
Well, I like it. I think you did as you yourself described in the end of the poem. You have hollowed out a home for yourself, yet WITHIN a work of art. Good job.
You have to read it fast. It all flows together if you don't think of it as broken apart. I liked it.
Right, exactly. I never thought about it, but you do kind of have to read it fast. I wrote it fast paced, so that's probably why. Glad you liked it Thanks for reading.
