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[Ennis]

Here's a poem by my brother.

If I am becoming antisocial,
it is because I have looked
for the heart in humanity
and it is not there, or,
at best, rare.

We no longer bask in the beauty
of the bouquet, but we prize
its perfume for the way it masks
our musk and entices others.

We do not idolize the instrument
for the music that it makes --
the sweet sounds that ensue
when touched (by the pure of heart?) --
but look to make it as loud as we can.

We do not wonder at the wild
beauty of wilderness, but look
to cut it down -- to create
communities for the uncaring.

[gstormcrow]

Enjoyed this poem - thank you for posting it. Also, Ennis, please thank your brother and tell him that I think he has talent. (though, as a amateur poet, my opinion doesn't account for much)

[Saturn]

(though, as a amateur poet, my opinion doesn't account for much)

Au contraire, we are all amateur poets here [as far as I know] and everyone's opinion or criticism is just as valid as far as I'm concerned. There's is and always should be a place and a time for the professional critic, steeped in years of study and criticism, but here we are all equal and able to voice our own thoughts on anyone's work.

[Raphael]

We do not wonder at the wild
beauty of wilderness, but look
to cut it down -- to create
communities for the uncaring.

Very true and poignant lines Ennis- tell your brother I said so!

[gstormcrow]

(though, as a amateur poet, my opinion doesn't account for much)

Au contraire, we are all amateur poets here [as far as I know] and everyone's opinion or criticism is just as valid as far as I'm concerned. There's is and always should be a place and a time for the professional critic, steeped in years of study and criticism, but here we are all equal and able to voice our own thoughts on anyone's work.

Merci beaucoup for putting my mind at ease, Saturn, and for considering my opinions equally valid in spite of my obvious “a amateur” error.