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I think that figurative language is the most important, Writing down what's in your head is the hardest, Linearity comes by itself in the fingertips, because poetry is above all the thread of our passions.

First of all, I would like to say how lucky I am to have this platform to express poetry in its entirety. Poetry will always be an avant-garde, no matter if you are a specialist or a simple Sunday poet. The Desinstagration is not far and we must look for this pauperization of poetry, already by the vision of what is the poet, in his posture always tortured, who lives only in Paris, London and under the rain. I would like to write this manifesto: Poets! Let's corrode conformity, mediocrity of polished verses of varnish.

C'est effectivement un poème plein de feuilles blonds vénitiens ,de marrons chauds , J'ai un petit faible pour la deuxième strophe : "And this evening in the garden I find the winter inside a snail shell, rigid and cool, a little stubborn temple, its one visitor gone." La structure de la troisième strophe , Nous emmène vers octobre le jour des morts et des mots passés : "If there were messages or signs, I might hear now a voice tell me to walk forever, to ask the mold for pardon, and one by one I would hear out my sins, hear they are not important—that I am part of this rain drumming its long fingers, and of the roadside stone refusing to blink, and of the coyote nailed to the fence with its long grin. And when there are no messages the dead lie still— their hands crossed so strangely like knives and forks after supper." Une très bonne trouvaille .

I think the answer lies in the first part of the poem: "and the cold bayonets of autumn suddenly glint in the fields and the wind rages." The whole poem is a parallel between the sadness of autumn and first the Tartars and then the Red Army. The foreigner is the synthesis of all the misfortunes stated in this poem: "What is its origin? Why should it destroy dreams, arbors, memories? The alien enters the hushed woods, anger advancing, insinuating plague; woodsmoke, the raucous howls of Tatars. Autumn rips away leaves, names, fruit, it covers the borders and paths, " Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

@Shen Friebe Your arguments are interesting, because the trends of insta-poetry, supposes that beyond the poetry itself, it is the support, in other words the packaging, that conditions the product, What interests us, and me in particular, is that it is not prostitution when you illustrate your poetry to make the content more attractive, because it is just a form of respect for your followers and you do not betray your credibility. What is problematic is not only laziness, but also the search for a formula to get views or likes, and you have put your finger on it. I don't know enough about poetry publishing houses, but there is certainly a lack of originality in the promotion of poetry.

@Bendy Nguyen So far no, what was interesting was that it coincided with covid and containment. If there's another opportunity maybe on Instagram.

@Marc A Brimble For me the term deception in poesia, implies that the person writing it feels hurt, while fallacious gives a tone of falsehood and in the case of poetry handles the word to mislead the person.

First of all congratulations, for being able to put forward your poetry for your followers, I confess for myself to have been able to make a series of Facebook live for a book club called An Astronaut in Bohemia in French and Spanish in order to confront the two languages. Despite the stage fright, it was an incredible experience to be able to work on a book and on the nuances of language.

This is a really intriguing question, I think we should look more to the poet, who uses words with a false purpose. It is the intention more than the poetry that seeks to deceive. I think that there are good examples among the great men of the theatre such as Molière, Shakespeare and others such as Hafez al Shirazi who have used words to mock royalty without being condemned.

This is my problem too, But I think you should be less concerned with perfection, often the first draft of writing is a mood, a fleeting idea. Record your own voice, I like to hear the sound of my poetry in my voice but with an outside ear. You can also read your verses in a foreign language, which allows you to imagine how your poetry travels.