thanks, very positive. honesty is important but constructive criticism is better.
Poetry / Ragtime Refugee (Analysis)
The black and white keys sit.
Settled on the antique piano.
A older, slender gentleman pulls a marble bench.
He replies,"Hello, my name is Gippetto."
Like a master and its puppet, his dark digits begin to tango.
The sound of blunt reality begin to fuse to a tender realm, taming a inner beast.
To the climax, falls a dead hault.
Where the 5-beat lets silence seep.
The audience now applauding.
Slowly resurrecting the sound of just one key.
Belting out vibrations!
Pulsating on a fine line of clarity.
By
Patrick Paul Shawver
You need to log in to urbis or create an urbis account to review this writing.
Reviews
Sort Reviews by Newest | Oldest | Highest Quality | Lowest Quality | Newest Comments |
its good although i have to say that i am not really into poetry
- add/view comments (0)
This 218 word review has not been unlocked.
Sorry. this one doesn’t hit me emotionally at all. Just words.
This overall image works well but the writing needs some revision: Keys don’t “sit.” The keys are part of the piano; they don’t sit on top of it. Doesn’t the pianist “pull up” a bench? And could it really be made of marble? Or am I misunderstanding this poem and taking it too literally? Is it about something else or is it about someone playing the piano? “begin to” fuse is unnecessary; just say “fuse.” “Taming an inner beast” sounds clicheed. “To the climax, falls a dead hault” doesn’t make sense. Do you mean that the climas IS a dead halt?
Showing 1 - 4 of 4
GENERAL
REVIEW QUEUE
Ratings & Rankings





Review item
Add to faves

