What caugth my eye here were these four: parquet/cliché/soigné/blasé

I wanted to read them as french loanwords (rhyming with just each other) - they're spread so evenly throughout the poem that maybe, I thought, they're meant to break up the rhyme scheme for some intended effect. But I can't recognize or think of any effect that'd add to the poem.
So they're probably meant to be read with english pronounciation (rhyming with the ey/ay lines) I guess?

oooh. Maybe should've googled that.
Guess a lot of my confusion is just cause I'm no native speaker, and there's a couple words here I've never encountered.

I gave up after googling "limb-porn" with predictable results :/

My favorite part of this is the "calories burned" line. Felt like my pace when reading naturally went up for that line.

On first read this was a pleasant thought and a fitting metaphor, and pretty much just that. But it keeps growing on me.
Gotta type this comment slowly to really savor the image.
Aw, done already :c

I was thinking of a disabled student climbing to the school roof when reading this.
But even though that image popped into my head it doesn't really feel connected to the poem as a whole, only a few select words here and there.

As a whole I don't get what's going on. I'm not even sure if all the words here are the one's I'm supposed to read. Is the "steep" in the first line meant to be a "step"? Did typos sneak in or did you place typos deliberately? At this point I'll believe pretty much anythying.

I very much adore the frequent internal rhymes (and near rhymes). Felt like everything rolled right off the tongue.
Except "boiling" - that threw me off as well.

Overall a cozy image and a pleasure to read.

I read this as an ode to our bodies' inner workings - not to its awe-inspiring magnificence, but to it just being pretty neat.

There's no rhythm or rhyme (except at the end) that I noticed, but it still feels reverent to me. And I'd be shocked if that really came "just" from your somewhat flowery wording.

I like it.

From this, I'm picturing a traumatized person waking from a nightmare. But not all the way - they're still half trapped in haunting memories.

They know they're in a dark place, and I particularly liked how they try to make light of it - the ice cream bit alone would've clashed with the overall mood, I think, but the "My life is a bust / Wish it was a joke" lines turn it into a piece of the whole.

Rhythm-wise the poem felt disoriented at times - which fit really well, in my opninion. For me, that worked best in the lines from "Feels like my, head stops, ..." to "... the blood was bad, guilt"
In that section, I read commas as brief pauses, which added to the effect. I didn't in the rest of the poem. Wouldn't have felt right.
Maybe a tiny bit of that disoriented feel also came from the lack of full stops between sentences, but I think that mostly made it confusing. In a way that felt like it wasn't deliberate and didn't add to the overall picture.

I really like the bone clone poem.
Can't put my finger on why, but there's something joyful in this "my friend the skeleton" idea. The childish-pure kind. At least to me.

As far as negatives go, the fourth stanza felt weaker than the others to me. I'm not convinced the poem would lose more than it'd gain by cutting it.

It's not a poem that brings out strong feelings or opinions in me, but I very much enjoy how the narrator sings their praise with such charming casual fondness.

My first impression was that this air of moderate appreciation was a perfect fit for the prompt, but even after looking up what "inordinate" means I still think it fits the poem perfectly. No grandeur needed. A sweet, lyrical "I just think they're neat."

>>Pascoite
Was a bit sad, seeing only one prompt, especially since it didn't speak to me much. But I missed prompt submission this time. Guess I mostly got myself to blame.

My one line of thought that felt both somewhat interesting and somewhat connected to the prompt went like this:
blind + silent → see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil → the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing → geese are evil

..and that's the whole joke.

Also I couldn't think of any way to improve the rhythm without making the poem longer. Felt that wasn't worth it.

Honestly, I didn't really connect with this one at all. Makes a bit more sense now, knowing it's set in an antique shop, cause I don't think I've ever set foot in one and I struggle to think of any memory even loosely related to any old-ish shop or something like it.
The structure with these indented lines was nice, but it felt more novelty-like to me than like one part of a whole. Though that's probably due to me not really seeing any bigger picture, any whole.

What I'm taking away from this one is pretty much: you and I probably have really different experiences and interests.

I'd never even have considered submitting a comment on a different poem myself. Much less without rhyme or rhythm of its own (they're just too much fun imo)

But you present a quite lovely idea, and did it in a way that somehow feels beautiful to me.

This doesn't really give me a clear impression. If I had to describe it, I'd say like staring out of a window and waiting for something. A bit melancholy.
But mostly I feel like I don't get it.

It's short and to the point. While I wouldn't call it energetic by any means, I feel like there's something building throughout, then unloading within the last two lines. Charge and discharge. Nice.

A fun little scene, enhanced by the swaying rhythm between pairs of line endings. Excellent choice!
I also adore how the "sidestep and slip" line steps out of the default metre and trips me up while reading.

Out of all the submissions this one's speaker seemed to feel the most strongly about their opinions. But they also seemed more interested in being loud than in being convincing.

To me this felt like a "censorship sucks" graffiti - for some reason in poem form.

Which is surprising, now that I'm writing this. Because it's really not. It does have arguments like "censorship makes valuable works disappear" and "limiting our expressions today limits what kind of people we will grow into", I just didn't realize it had them. They're not particularly convincing arguments since they're so unspecific, but they are there. My attention just slipped right over them.

Maybe I was too busy wondering about why this was presented as a poem. I half expected it to get meta and talk about how people usually expect some kind of rhythm in poetry.

This started as playful impro and turned self-exploratory. I love dense rhyme schemes, so I collected a bunch of phrases and impressions with loads of internal rhymes, looked for a common thread, expanded on it, and tried to stitch everything together into one interwoven mess.

The plan was to build a window into a mind that tries to know and mold itself, where understanding is a best-effort-kinda deal, and the "right" interpretation a matter of choice. In my head, I pictured a journey through a dark corridor towards the light at the end. A journey of growth, that's almost complete.

Sounds like the vibe somewhat came through, and details didn't. I'll take it.
I had a good time and learned a lot - thank you so much for your feedback and comments!

>>Troposphere
I'm glad to read you found it difficult to make out how the pieces fit together - I think at some point I even removed a bit of punctuation to put more combinations on a more equal footing - but I see I hadn't even considered that there's really no reason for the reader to pick an interpretation and roll with it. Nothing else would make more or a different kind of sense if they did. The number one thing I could've done better is spend more effort on making everything make sense to others. I knew this was an issue since I usually write for myself, if at all, but I wasn't aware of just how much I'd expected others to think like me.

>>Pascoite
When I first put my poem into the submission form I had it as ABACABABAC DD. Stared at it for a good while and thought about cutting it down to 2xABAC DD or swapping sections around to have an alternating rhyme in the first half of each line as well. But I didn't find an arrangement I liked, and also couldn't think of any benefit of keeping to any consistent rhyme scheme (not that I'd know any.)

I adore this.
It feels so cozy, resigned but not disheartened.
Technically proficient. Not especially complex or impressive because it doesn't try to be.
Just enough to catch my whim for a moment, then fade into the sky.
At least that's my impression.