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RE: POETRY | DAY 2 | When God Speaks My Name
Lots of imagery to show how important the search is for the narrator: the unopenable package, the hidden memory, blank pages where once there was awareness, memories and writings.
All these culminate to my favorite lines, those in your bridge:
A thought reoccurring
Dripping like a metronome
This begins to give the reader the insight into just how manic the narrator is to find the meaning, the awareness, this belonging.
I like, too, how you ended the piece - looking forward.
Great share, @naquoya, excited to see more as the challenge continues to unfold and reveal the contents of this thousand edged box. ^_^
It's quite the challenge, this one. But it came along at a time that I have been getting more into poetry, so I am wanting to explore various styles and aspects. I appreciate your detailed feedback, very glad that the imagery didn't just collapse into a big mess.