[Rick Mullin]

Siham,

Come back to this one as often as you'd like! ~,:^)

I also like "sorrow" as I use it here. It's just that I'm aware that many readers will find it Poety and "Rhyme-Driven ®". This wouldn't stop me from using it.

I really appreciate your openness to a poem like this one. I am also aware that many readers will find it Poety and "Rhyme-Driven ®", but this will not stop me! ~,:^0 I'm relying on a reader finding meaning, objective/subjective, by and within context, and I love the idea of a poem being a world onto itself with the door left open. Thank you for you receptiveness.


Cally,


Thanks to you too for finding something here that draws you back for rereading, and for finding a world of navigable chaos.

Yes, "nurdles"! It's flat out the word that is used by the bastards that make the damn things--at towering factories called crackers (they are made from "cracked" ethylene). We are introduced to nurdles in "Wood Metal Plastic" or "Shop" class in middle school in the USA, where we melt them down and mold them around nails to make corn holders. Elsewhere they are turned into everything for sale at Target and flown by United Airlines. And they are poured into the ocean before they are turned into plastic bags and thrown in the river. Nurdles. Most of them are shipped to China.

Thanks to anyone who's taken the time to read a nine-poem poem. I hope people who hate it aren't holding back on saying so.

Rick