Another work in progress. Hopefully I can get some critiques this time, or replies at all? An Open Letter to the Reductionists Why am I only two eyes, two ears and a broken nose (can't smell anything)? Why am I only two legs walking, an irregularly beating heart but beating just the same? Why am I only a vibrant but mortal mind and a quiet voice calling out-- minsuderstood when heard at all? why should I be any of these things only, if still I live and love willingly all the while? Why should I be reduced to flesh alone and deny all meanings as hallucinations only?
I like it. You're arguing in your head about the spiritual-physical sides of you, and which one takes precedence over your life. Or are they both same, melded into one unique creature that they call Brandon?
yeah exactly. Lol. So much for resolution, right? I think this is going to need some expansion, though. I may scrap the whole semi-repetetive bit.
An intersting piece so far, but perhaps it is best left that way. You said its a work in progress, but I think that the poem in its current form truly invites the reader to sort of write their own "concluding stanza" In other words, letting your audience answer the questions you pose works best in this piece.
