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The Thrumming in my Veins (Primal Poetry Workshop)

In my blood I feel a calling
coursing through my veins like magic,
like determination flowing
to a purpose I can only
imagine with the hinter mind,
with the base of the medulla;
calling, calling, calling to me
to step out, to be heard, to cry
for justice in a world too old
to heed the wails of lost souls
who sit at the edges of the
table and beg for the piteous scraps
left long after the feast has passed
into a memory jaded
and gilted with provocation
that punishes the poverty
of those dispossessed, forgotten,
and left to expire in a world
that has devalued the lost souls
that are the foundation of wealth. . .

And I weep in my inaction.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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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?
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Comments

I really liked this poem. Especially the imagery. You must have gotten some good vision from the drumming. Bravo!

B9Pat

It is appreciated.

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Jonathan Moore

Annoying the world, one person at a time

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author comment

but the content suggests you did not in fact go very deep, there is a lot of forebrain thought there.

This sort of work definitely deepens with experience. Please try it several more times if you're up for it. No need to produce a piece from each one.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet Directors

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