Poetry / On second thought...

 

Do you remember the names
I whispered to your essence
as you, crawling from the brine,
sought meaning for shifting clouds
and assigned reasons for my mood?

 

In that moment holding close,
I embraced your novelty,
marveled at endless progress,
endured the painful changes,
as we grew farther apart.

Secrets hid in mystic ruins,
tempting you from womb to tomb.
Old age made you an infant,
While the sun burned with fever
and every ocean steeped brown.

I wrote names across the sky
as you washed your hands in blood,
laid naked under moonlight
drinking lustful self worship
shameless of your covered eyes.

Into sands I whisked the graves,
under tundra buried deep,
slid glaciers grinding ditches,
leaving room for thoughts to die,
and life to grow from moisture.

 

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MapleStreet avatar General Stranger

November 10, 2009

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It’s frightfully cliche but at the same time it’s actually pretty well done frightful cliche.  The ending could hit harder.  Moist is the grossest word in the English language, but I think you need something darker.  Wish it were the cliche could acknowledge itself, but it would change what the poem is. More general advice, don’t hide behind metaphor. You’ve got a ton of imagery, but it’s the details of the narrative that make a poem interesting.  I need to know who the “you” is and why I should care before I can become involved in the poem.

teaddub avatar General Stranger

November 09, 2009

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Nicely done! I get a specific meaning, but mine comes from a failed relationship that you could know nothing about. Maybe you are writing about your failed relationship, and mine just fits? Or maybe I don’t get it at all. I do know a little about poetry, and while I can’t pretend to write like this, I do get the privilege of reading poetry like this once in a while, so let me try, in my humble way, to give you a critique.

Your meter is a tetrameter, with the last foot USUALY losing the last syllable, and you switch between iambic and trochaic. I am not certain whether this is deliberate, or just word choice; I choose the former, believing you would know about these things and choose your words accordingly. SO I need to understand more about the piece to know why you would switch back and forth like that.

After your first stanza you leave a larger space, here in urbis that is easy to do accidentally; again, I think it was deliberate and has a purpose. If you have set that first stanza apart from the rest I believe it signals a change from the narrator remembering to the memory itself, attendant with all the joy of that first meeting, and the pain of the continuing relationship. There are no more double spaced stanzas so the feelings of those memories stand apparent to those of us who have been through it, watching our partner’s selfishness and insensitivity destroy what is left of our part in them.

We ourselves do not die, we live after the destruction of what we thought our lives were supposed to be, supposed to mean. Our very identities as a part of us is ripped from our hearts, leaving us to bury what was and seek new life in the ruins of the old, with the experience to nurture our own growth as the ideas we once believed in are left in the exposed flesh of our past disastrous relationships.

While this is a horrible scene in the first reading, one finds hope in the new life after a study bof the mechanics of your message. Again, well done.

Now improvement? Please don’t think I can presume to give you advice, but understand that won’t stop me from trying. In my arrogance I would suggest that if your switching of meter is not deliberate, please make it so or fix it, one of the two. If the dropped syllable in the last foot of most of these lines is not deliberate, please go to school and take some poetry classes. It should be! And with that knowledge you would be unstoppable as a poet (assuming you don’t already have that knowledge). As far as the deeper meaning, I feel sorry for your “John” that just got “dear”ed. He probably won’t get it, but I hope no one ever has that oppinion of me.

So, maybe let me know how far off I am, and how much of the mechanics was deliberate? I do think the meter being the same would improve the cadence and “readability” of this piece, but I do know how nice it is to use those choices to accentuate certain sections of it.

ThomasAlan avatar General Stranger

November 09, 2009

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I would assume that this is a deity dealing with the joys and miseries of the sentient being s/he has created.

This is so good and so profound that I almost feel that the title is a bit too trivial—although I will admit it adds a certain grim humor to the persona.

The only lines I really have trouble connecting to the central meaning are the last two in stanza three…could these be clearer?  And also I miss the significance of the “covered” eyes.

The last stanza is the most evocative as the deity “wipes the slate clean” and starts over.  

Any quibbles I have, though, are minor.  This is really quite something.  

pariah avatar General Stranger

November 01, 2009

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Incredible use of syntax here.
the imagery is pretty great as well.
I love the repetistion of sounds you use as well
“glacier grinding.” thing like that

Overall I dont have much to say other than i liked this very much

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October 31, 2009

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This is excellent poetry! I love your word usage particularly “womb to tomb” that was neat. I didn’t fully understand but that’s not uncommon when reading poetry, though I did understand the message of life and death which was cool.

divya avatar General Stranger

October 31, 2009

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first of all I like this piece. I had to read it twice to pick up some of these things. Some of them you might be aware of already, but they nagged my eye.

“shameless of your covered eyes.” maybe try “unashamed of your…” -or- “with shamelessly covered eyes”

“Into sands I whisked the graves,” this isn’t bad. i thought you might place more emphasis on sands by “into (the) sands I whisked graves” a thought…

“Secrets hid in mystic ruins” this personifies the secrets, that is they took action. maybe “Hidden secrets in mystic ruins” Aren’t all secrets hidden? i dunno
“slid glaciers grinding ditches” sliding implies so friction where as grinding implies lots of friction. i kind of like that though.

I like the cyclic quasi-spiritual feel of this piece. epic subjects.

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October 30, 2009

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I like the nostalgic feel of this. The poem brings to mind a scene from “interview with a vampire” with one of the ancients and the vampire lestate. Is this what you are going for? If not, try adding another stanza that gives more clarity and cohesiveness to the reader. Great imagery and metaphors.

Luxuriate avatar General Stranger

October 29, 2009

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Hints of archetypes and painful “out of tears”, wrenching. This poem is “Feel like hell”, “Hungry as a hostage!” stuff. I’m pissed of at that person too. hehe. It seems like too many poems pouring out at once. I do that myself sometimes. Gotta use the oven instead of the microwave for this kinda substance ;). This could manifest a few diffrent ways. Nice wording in many areas. keep on rollin!  

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October 29, 2009

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I get it.  I am currently living it.  The line “I whispered to your essence” moved me.  Great imagery.  
The imagery in the last two stanzas is fantastic.  Thank you for sharing, you are very talented.

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October 28, 2009

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This is beautiful. It describes the drifting apart, always the bewilderment.
And one half’s vision of the next phase – life to grow from moisture.
In the third paragraph, you could lose the word “while”. I liked “assigned reasons for my moods”. It is always the beginning of the
end.
Thanks.

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