Comments about Colm Moore
The New World
Writing was once an event,
midnight maraudings of exploration
when I felt like Columbus sailing to the new world,
with land in view ahead of me.
Writing once was romantic
in the true sense of the word,
When I lay on my bed silent as-
Words scribbled by forbidden light
were meaning in their weakness, were truth
raw and untamed.
The scene morphs... the new world?
It doesn't feel all that new.
Theres people here, already and
in my depths I realize
the new world wasn't what it promised.
I never truely reached it.
It was a candle that ...