Thanks for the review… its not a narrative piece about being involved in a specific activity, it is about the anxiety brought on by a life altering change--and that is why i chose not to write about what the protagonist is actually doing. I dont think a description of what the protagonist is doing is necessary to a poem, anyway-- depending, of course, upon the poem itself.
As for the nouns you called out, they are carefully chosen and are certainly not arbitrary, though perhaps the presence of many images could be overwhelming…. When i wrote it i thought that their connections were clear enough, but perhaps i could have made the meanings clearer?
Poetry / Surprise!
You corner face
have gathered my skin cells
in your pockets. Unexpected
hot water quakes
in my apartment’s hands.
Being swells in currents,
ruminates, folds
into itself, festers. I’m afraid
of the way lately you sit
on my lucidity as I awaken,
the way you rupture my room
through the sun’s glass,
beyond voltage.
Most of all I fear my own
boiling capabilities.
My steam scalds my face.
Warning:
do not bring your glasses
too close to my rolling bubbles.
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The imagery in this piece is particularly graphic and intense with an unnerving hint latent of violence and while I am particularly fond of the lines, “have gathered my skin cells
in your pockets. ” and, ”...you sit
on my lucidity as I awaken” I cannot help feeling I am somehow missing the point. I feel as if it could do with a larger hint as to its subject matter.
I reads very smoothly, the words forming nice whole rounded sounds in the mouth (if you read it out loud) and the piece as a whole really does conjure up a feeling of unease like there is somthing about to happen just off the page, is this the Surprise? And while I still cannot quite figure out exactly what it is all about I will enjoy re-reading it until I do.
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I liked the poem although I don’t know if I really got it. I kind of lost the idea until the last stanza of it. I would need a better sense of where this poem is coming from to stay with it better. It felt a little forced at times … until the last bit. If I were you I’d try to start a new poem from that last piece just for the hell of it and see where it goes, maybe it’ll help you bring the main idea of this poem into focus more clearly in the beginning. Then again, I don’t always get what can be obvious to everyone else. I think maybe the first line threw me, I got caught on whether it was a mis-typed or whether it was a line I didn’t get, but you pulled me back in at the end.
Was this about the sun? I dont quite understand it.
Hmm… I am not quite sure what the line “You corner face” means. However, in the rest of the poem, I do enjoy the imagery that you present, and the way that you symbolize anger.
Is there a reason that you break “I’m afraid//of the way lately you sit” into 2 stanzas? since it is one idea, I would think that it would be in the same one, since you do not seem to be following a particular pattern in number of lines to a stanza, or something like that.
But feel free to not listen to a thing I say! It is a good poem, overall.
really cool imagery here, some of it a little too vague for my taste but I got into the flow of the words. If I had one bit of advice it would be to narrow the focus a little, bring the reader in with some kind of thread.
Lot of verve. Keep it going.
Might have helped to see a description of what the protagonist is doing in this piece. For it is not clear in the text of the work. It goes from pockets to hands to glasses to bubbles. To me, it looks like someone is playing scrabble and these were the winning words.
regards
Me
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