96-Day 96 of the steemitschool 100 day writing challenge by @d-pend

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My money far exceeds my mouth
call me terrorist
radical
sinner
deviant
demon

Spiked tongue
shreds the rotten
chew but never swallow their poison
trace but never follow their lead
the path chosen
is full of landmines
broken glass
defers sleep
and yet I dream

It is the solitary flowers
fragrant
in magnificent divergence
from their store bought counterparts
that keep me going
we raise our petals in the wind
our roots entwined create new traditions

in the valley darkness gathers
it coils
reaches
lays waste to more
than meets the eye
only fools would not fear it
but bow under their will we shall not

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Greetings, @tygertyger. Fulfilling the task of literary criticism entrusted by @ d-pend, I approach your splendid poem looking for meanings or impressions. I notice that the poem does not have a specific title, it simply alludes to 96, as a number of the poem, by which I deduce an intention to challenge to the traditional; fully conscious and in accordance with the nature of the poem itself, which is constituted in a kind of challenge.
It consists of four stanzas of free verse and begins with the proclamation of having more power than he uses in his words.
From the second stanza, the voice speaks of itself in terms of being considered dangerous with the expressive form, spilling poison that takes care of not swallowing itself, but that dreamed of following the route in which it is and, now, feels on the ground dangerously unknown, but close to the dream.
The third stanza brings a reason why she has entertained herself in the dream and has not defected despite all the danger she has been to herself and is the presence of a counterpart that seduces her, keeps her alert, challenges her:

It is the solitary flowers
fragrant
in magnificent divergence
from their store bought counterparts
that keep me going

And, the following lines, it is addressed to the recipient of his speech, expressing:

we raise our petals in the wind
our intertwined roots create new traditions

Which suggests that both have the same spirit and strength, which breaks the traditional and creates new forms.
Already in the last stanza, the voice declares that it has crossed the darkness, exposing itself more than it should, but it is already on a path of no return and the only thing remaining is to complete the route and overcome.
The poem turns out to be a excellent piece that speaks of integrity, commitment, dedication and consonance with the proposed goals. It was a pleasure to penetrate him.
Blessings for your creative art, @tygertyger!

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