Mr J I interpreted your verse in various ways. It is abstract, yet to the point. What is this siren that beckons you with creative forces. The same siren that draws you closer to Eden. Is an imaginative figment of a paradise construed when you devise a melody. I can't say I fully am on the mark. I get the love for creating poetry part, but what is that enticing voice you alluded to? Is it your own, or perhaps another intimate segment of who you let into your mental and reality, which whispers to you and unlocks neural surges of creative messages that allow you to compose. Now I'm not discounting your piece because there was this questions. Simply trying to make sense of it. I liked it, but did not love it. Why? Because while beautiful, it still had this redundancy to it. Not because your question the process of composition, that is an important process every writer must take. Rather, it was the direction you chose to embark on. Now I can't fault you for whatever path you chose to take, well I could, but I am not one to do so. What I do suggest is to calculate your steps more, so that which is mysterious becomes more readily available as you transmit it. It is almost like you are confused in the process itself, and this brought a disproportionality to the piece as a whole.
Certain, I interpreted this as a romantic match up during the disastrous 9/11. I am perplexed how you went from the setting of the metropolitan giant of NY, and suddenly brought out this creek out of nowhere, while beforehand speaking of this desolation. It would have been nice if you distilled a more interlinked setting. However, I liked this very much. To me you targeted the topic very candidly, and proceeded to state the relevance of remaining in the moment, even while disaster brought its ugly head out from its dwelling. That is all I have to say.
Vote: Certain.
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