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Hungary Rising

sleepy boy I bloody sky
mind is broke milky smoke
what is dream lava steam
ring the bell heaven hell

pogasca in the morning
palinka at night
Go to sleep Hungary
All you pray all is Right

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
political observation does it grate on reading pogaska = breakfast cake palinka = whiskey
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Welcome to the site!
Always keen on learning new words,
thanks. The poem, for me, lacks the
strength intended, probably just my
ignorance on the history of your subject.
I like the rhythm.

thanks for sharing

Rhetorical question: to what degree is a poet supposed to make their creation comprehensible? My poems originate from a "place that cannot be found," with meaning sometimes elusive, maybe due to a rhyme/ rhythm tickle.

I have vague memories of my parents taking in a family of Hungarian refugees in 1956 (I was 9.) They were traumatized, the husband had been shot fighting the Communists, and they spoke no English. The Mom cooked Hungarian recipes, new to us. The daughter was 8 years old - learned English fast.

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