Thakn you for the honest feedback; I will do some brainstorming and see if I want to work on the poem
and use your ideas.
Poetry / The Chosen (Analysis)
The Chosen
Yesterday,
while rocking the cradle,
I admired the messenger of God,
who,today is resting in peace.
Born two long days ago
with shiny eyes but vulnerable heart,
she never budged but I could hear her talk
“Mom, God is very sad
He needs me more than you do…
Don’t cry for me.”
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I can tell that you have a feel for poetry, but this poem needs more from you. It needs more than the simplicity that you are offering, one that would work very well with another poem, and which I also like, but not in this case.
The I could be could be the person the baby is talking to, and it could not, because it isn’t speciefied whom the baby talks to. We, as readers are going to assume that the baby is talking to you, and then we wonder why your reaction seems so collected and logical? I, as a reader, will in this case start thinking that you are being poetic just because you are writing a poem, this needs emotion, raw emotion. If it doesn’t, then I guess it is more of an ode to the greatness of God, to whom the speaker in the poem is bowing, accepting his will. The problem for me with that, is first that it’s been done som many times, and second that it seems too disconnected from the baby. It becomes redundant. I can tell that you have an ear for poetry, challenge yourself.
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So very few words to have such a powerful ‘message’!! Very impressive-the writing. The few words told me of someone’s world completely crumbling around them, with a comforting message. ’He needs me more than you do…’ Wow. Keep writing, you appear to have a talent.
Thanks for the read. Very few peices can be this short and this emotional both.
I know this piece was written in pain. but tell us about the chosen. How special she was. Why she was too good for this world. good luck with all you do.
This was hauntingly touching. I can’t put my finger on it, but this moved me. There is a sincerity and a beauty in these lines. I imagine her speaking as light is creeping in through the windows. You captured a purity that is rarely seen. Amazing work.
very moving, but so much more could be added. let us feel the mother’s anguish more
I have to say that I did not like this poem at all. Rather than using your words to discuss the true grief that the parent who loses a child feels, you fall back on the cliche excuse that the religious use to explain the unexcusable: god needs this child.
If you want the reader to actually agree with this statement, you’ll need to sell it. You need to explain why a god would “need” the life of an infant.
Describing the short life of the infant as “two long days” did seem particularly effective to me.
A good first draft, but I feel it needs more – the impact is good, and the emotional strength is stellar.
I dont believe there can be critique for poetry. because poem is art. its expressing yourself. there is no right or wrong way in writing it OR reading it.
And i think you did this beautifully. Its a sad poem.. And i could feel it.
Beautiful.
Sad but slightly cliche. I don’t go for the whole monotheistic crap. Sorry.
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