translations

I removed the 'of', because you're right (and it sounds much smoother without it). Also fixed up "All I know about him comes from his touch" - changed it to "All I know about him comes from touch." I'm keeping it as "We are a dead language," but only because of how I mean for it to be interpreted. It means about the same thing as saying 'we speak a dead language,' but I wanted the two to become it. Not only because the narrator is out of sync, and unable to speak the language (though is, as says, part of the dead language), but because it shows that there's something, but while there is something, it's an immense lack of something. Like fingertips clinging to the edge of the cliff, trying to keep hold though they know they're going to fall regardless. Thanks for the edit suggestions! :) It feels much better when reading now, though still feels like it's missing something... Though I did try to write it that way. I dunno; we'll have to see. I might come back and edit it some more.

Thank you, Stan! I'm definitely trying. :) Also, totally forgot to reply to you, Walrus. My mind does this thing where it edits and re-edits words for conversations but then never actually says (or types) them... a bit disastrous. Anywho, thank you! When editing my poems, or getting suggestions, I try to improve my words but stay true to what I meant or what I'm trying to get across. While certain words make more sense, or read better, the idea is what I would rather keep.

Never got around to commenting back, but was reminded upon seeing the notifications today. I can't say how surprised I was to find that this poem got a snail. It was an oldie in my notebook, sitting there. I wasn't going to post it because I wasn't sure of if I liked it or not. It's a lot shorter than most of my poems, and the meaning lays below the surface. I wasn't sure if it'd mean anything to others, let alone what it means to me. A bit of editing later (mostly in the middle stanza - seems ineffective still, now, but sets up to support), I decided to throw it up because I wasn't feeling any of the pieces I had written that day. As a reply to something Scratch said - "this seems somehow more considered and a little tighter than some of your other poems." It's marinated quite a bit longer than most of my poems do, and was meant to be tightly sewn. The surface is created, explained, but underneath, the readers are to create what they wish of it. I often jump in to paint more of the picture. Translations are taking differently, everywhere. To one person, they may see this as love. To another, they see it as consequential. It's meant to have walls, and like looking at the exterior of a house, you have to use your imagination when picturing the inside. Quick sidenote, too, to Stan: I've been wrestling around with new styles, and trying not to doubt myself when I'm not certain about them. "Crowded" was something I wrote... yesterday? Maybe two days ago, but anyways, I wasn't going to post that, either. Goes to show that I just need to go with my gut. Besides, even if a poem I write isn't the best, there's always room for improvement (and healthy criticism!) All my rambling aside, I wanted to say thank you guys so, so much! You're always amazing to me. :) I couldn't be doing this without you.