Poetry Workshop

Angeline

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This is my thread for workshopping poems. It's a place to get and give critique on your poems. We can learn from each other here and help each other be better poets. Everyone is welcome, but if you want to participate you need to agree to go by the rules. Don't worry, there aren't many. :)

Here they are:

1. This thread is about poems. I don't care if you banter; hell, I hijack my own threads with regularity, but try to stick to the poems as much as possible.

2. Be kind. Don't make generalizations about the quality of a poem unless you can back them up with specific examples. Honesty is best, but be respectful. Everyone here is a grownup. We don't need tough love--we all have parents already; we need kind objectivity. If you can't understand that, then this thread isn't for you. If you simply want to argue or prove what you know about poetry, you don't belong here. If you want to learn and help each other and feel good about it in the process, you've come to the right place. Everyone who can live with that is welcome. Everyone.

3. You must give feedback in order to get it. This is the big one. You can't get critique here if you don't give it. If you post a poem in this thread for feedback, it constitutes an agreement on your part to comment on two other poems by two other poets. Ok? For every poem you post, you must comment on two other poems.

4. Follow the guidelines for evaluating what you read. We need a common understanding of how we are judging each other. I'm judging everything I read here--form or free verse--by the same standard. I'm not going to give short shrift to everyone except my "pals" and I expect the same from you. Here is the "rubric" (or guideline) I'd like us all to use.

Poetry Workshop Rubric​

Think about the following elements when you review a poem here:

_____a. Theme: Can you tell what the poem is supposed to be about? It might be a "story" or just present a series of images, but a good poem communicates an essence of something with clarity. A great poem communicates it with precision. It uses all the right words to say what the poet wants to convey. A weak poem doesn't communicate a theme very well (or at all). There can be various reasons why, but its sum effect is to leave the reader confused as to what it's about (i.e., you don't get anything from reading it). Try to judge whether there is an effective theme being communicated in the poems you review here. If you think not, explain why specifically.

_____b. Structure: Does the form of the poem, the way it is constructed from line to line help or hinder achieving its theme? If you think the structure is problematic, explain why. Are the lines broken in a way that you find confusing? In what way would you rearrange them to make it better? Is the poem cohesive? That is, can the poet carry a tone or "voice" through to the last line or not? If the tone (or voice) changes, are the transitions from one part to the next effective or not? If you think not, how specifically would you make it better?

_____c. Word Choice: Has the poet chosen the best possible words to convey the images and, overall, the theme? Do you think the poem relies on cliche? Does the poem use poetic devices (like image and metaphor) well or not? If not, how would you change it so that it does? Give specific suggestions.

_____d. Mechanics: Mechanics are spelling, grammar and punctuation. Good poems don't have errors. Period. If you don't want to correct your errors to make your poem better because you don't care or because it's "art" or whatever, I'm the wrong person to give you feedback. Don't feel you need to spend a lot of time pointing out every missing comma or spelling error, but if you feel the poem you're reviewing needs a good cleanup, point it out. If someone points it out to you, be grateful they did. If you can suggest resources that you think will help, do so. :)

5. Be appreciative. You aren't bound to take anyone's suggestions--it's your poem after all--but recognize that it takes time and effort to give this sort of review. Thank you is a good thing. By the same token, if someone doesn't take your suggestions, don't take it personally. Maybe you didn't understand, maybe they found a better way, who knows?

You don't have to comment on every one of these things, but obviously the more you can say, the better. Try to comment on at least two or three of the points in the rubric if you feel you can. I really think it will help to have a common understanding of what and how we are evaluating each other's poems.

That's it. We'll just help each other and try to improve our poems. I'll do the best I can, but I'm no expert, and where forms are concerned be aware that I know some not at all and may not feel qualified to comment on whether you met the requirement of the form. Also, I doubt I'll be able to do more than a few reviews a week because I'm pretty busy, but that's good because everyone needs experience at this sort of critiquing. It's a good thing to practice. :)

Otherwise you're on the honor system to do the right thing and make this experiment work.

Now we need two volunteers to post a poem each and get us started.

:rose:
 
It is the end, right?

This poem is wrong at the end, maybe. Is it too mushy? The last four
lines have no rhythm? It was pretty much me untill the last 4 lines.
Did I loose the rhythm or is this just ...... over done in poetry?

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve
 
This is one of my early wildlife series poems. As you can see I was really into alliteration. There are only two lines that still really bothers me, but I am willing to consider any serious suggestions. I do want to keep the alliterative form, however. - PAX


LOON


(insert picture)

(Gavia immer)


Lonely laughing lunatic
Loki

Devious deep diver
Demon

Maudlin midnight maniac
Murderer of the mists

Why?

Great gaunt Gavia
What ghoulish god do you serve
Sleazy scurrilous screams sounding
Scudding across the rim of sleep
Chalk board scraper of the soul

You bring memories of things best forgotten
Thoughts of emptiness
The vastness of eternity

Alone.

Whence came your wild whickering
Your haunting harrowing halloo
Harbinger of hopelessness
Immersed immer
Fish eater

Who wakes you screaming in the dark
Faustian fowl

Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return
Like thoughts of those things gone
Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of the mind

Do you call to the past
Forgetting the joy of the living
Feathered fool
Downy dunce

Masterly mimic of my mind


I too cry in the night.



.
 
Well boyz, I'm gonna go shower after a long day of cleaning. I'll comment on both these poems a bit later. :)

If anyone else wants to in the meantime, jump in.

:rose:
 
Angeline said:
Well boyz, I'm gonna go shower after a long day of cleaning. I'll comment on both these poems a bit later. :)

If anyone else wants to in the meantime, jump in.

:rose:
By your own rules you can't comment until you submit a poem, can you?? :p :rose: :p

OOPS! I had that backwards, didn't I? How do you make the frog swallow his tongue? - Maybe I should remove my poem post. I really thought that I had to offer one up in order to be able to comment on the works of others. :eek:
 
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Once upon a dark storm

I met an old man in a rural resturant...he sat down and grinned at me and said some great things about life ..then he recited an old poem he had ponder on in his head and I really could not remember how it went afterward , only what I had gotten from the message..So I wrote this poem, but, have been picking it up and laying it aside trying to perfect it...so maybe you can strengthen it ange..I really loved his message..and tried to capture it ...in this...luvfromblue
tears of a cosmic comic

to this realm of light

mortal spark

we are born

and handed down to us

is an open book in

tacit blank pages

pen in hand

our story begins

through spirals of starlite

the words flow

in and out of

the chapters of time

formed from imagination

desires and hopes

penned beginning to

end

and oft times the

imagination runs dry

as we think our story

through

yet, there are some

who come along

willing to write the

pages for you...

and allow you to

be the heroine in

the barren chapters

of their dreams....

but the key of a

memorable manuscript is

maintaining your

copyright and scheme

and realizing

the material you

have gathered

while writing your

journal of life

tis but a

comic routine

in the afterlife
 
Rybka said:
This is one of my early wildlife series poems. As you can see I was really into alliteration. There are only two lines that still really bothers me, but I am willing to consider any serious suggestions. I do want to keep the alliterative form, however. - PAX


LOON


(insert picture)

(Gavia immer)


Lonely laughing lunatic
Loki

Devious deep diver
Demon

Maudlin midnight maniac
Murderer of the mists

Why?

Great gaunt Gavia
What ghoulish god do you serve
Sleazy scurrilous screams sounding
Scudding across the rim of sleep
Chalk board scraper of the soul

You bring memories of things best forgotten
Thoughts of emptiness
The vastness of eternity

Alone.

Whence came your wild whickering
Your haunting harrowing halloo
Harbinger of hopelessness
Immersed immer
Fish eater

Who wakes you screaming in the dark
Faustian fowl

Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return
Like thoughts of those things gone
Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of the mind

Do you call to the past
Forgetting the joy of the living
Feathered fool
Downy dunce

Masterly mimic of my mind


I too cry in the night.



.


You made me look up alliteration. I always called that the beat. I don't think you need the "why?", later on in the poem the "Alone" fits fine.

"Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of the mind" God knows I love a rhyme.
I just don't like it there. "Loon" is deep and dark to me. That puts it out of
my element. I mention just the things that made me trip as I read it.
If I had read "Loon" today posted under new poems, it would get a four
overall.
 
Rybka said:
By your own rules you can't comment until you submit a poem, can you?? :p :rose: :p

OOPS! I had that backwards, didn't I? How do you make the frog swallow his tongue? - Maybe I should remove my poem post. I really thought that I had to offer one up in order to be able to comment on the works of others. :eek:

No, you were right. We just need two poems to get started. I figured I'd start the review ball rolling without posting a poem cause, well, I'm busy. :D
 
sandspike said:
This poem is wrong at the end, maybe. Is it too mushy? The last four
lines have no rhythm? It was pretty much me untill the last 4 lines.
Did I loose the rhythm or is this just ...... over done in poetry?

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve

Ok, beachboy here is what I think. This is a good poem for me to comment on btw cause I know from beaches. :)

1. Theme: I get the overall point here: that being in the brilliant environment of the beach brings what you have into sharper focus. You feel you have more than you deserve in a relationship (or from the beach itself--the "we did" is throwing me on that point), and think maybe you can't possibly give as much as you get. I do think that if you beefed up the poem with more explanation of why you feel this--and maybe tie that into the brilliance you see in the natural surroundings--you'd have a stronger poem.

2. Structure: Structure and punctuation, which is inconsistent in your poem, are tied together for me in this piece. There is no real transition between the first and second strophes, and that gap is made more obvious by the lack of a period at the end of strophe 1 and no cap/new sentence to start strophe 2. I don't think the last two lines are working especially well, but I think that is more due to word choice than structure.

3. Word Choice: To me, this is where you can really tighten up the poem. This line, for example, overcome by what she gives me is too general. There is a world of meaning to exploit in the word "what," and if you liken that to the surroundings either by comparing the similaries in what you see and what she gives you, or contrasting the differences, you will have a powerful poem.

These two lines confuse me:
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me
.

There's no subject (though I know "I'm" is implied), and I am not sure what "law of averages" means. It could be that you worry she will realize she gives more and...then what? It seems like there is something missing. Another line or two that specifies this would help, I think. The last two lines simply are not, to me, poetic enough. I guess that's cause there is no image or metaphor--just a generality. Does that make sense?

4. Mechanics: Not everyone likes punctuation. Sometimes I don't use it because I like to blur meaning--let it meander in a few possible directions. I don't think that is happening here though. I just think you need to add it to clarify where one thought ends and the next one begins. :)

Is it too mushy? Of course not! It just needs more detail and better punctuation imo.

Hope this helps. Use what does; if you don't understand any of my points let me know and I'll try to be clearer.

:rose:
Ange
 
Carrie Crit #1: sandspike - You Should Be So Lucky

Hi sandspike, You're right, this poem sort of loses you as the poet somewhere around line 4. I think you're reflecting on all your mother or a feminine caregiver has done for you inside this poem and that's why you switch from a conversational tone, to one that's more formal, as you begin to discuss how overwhelmed you are by her gift to you.

My comments are merely suggestions and my personal opinion. Feel free to use or discard any and all of them as you wish. This is your poem, I am merely conveying what I see inside the words. I'm in blue italics, any word choice changes are in bold face type.

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves, This is a nice establishment of setting but I find it weak as an opening. Could you bring ahead the next 2 lines and then work the beach and the day into it? You'll still have contrasting moods, you'll also have given me a reason to keep on reading.
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me Here you are in the present tense, but then, later you seem to have a tense shift and I'm still left wondering what she's giving you. Also, could you punctuate each strophe so that this logical ending of this thought, has a period and the beginning of the next line has a capital?

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life, I understand the fear of losing this wonderful blessing, but what are the consequences of never paying back the debt? This obligation seems to be the prevalent fear, not losing what you have. That's why you should explain what will happen if you fail in the repayment expectation.

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve My thought is that these ellipses marks are redundant. I am trying to train myself out of their use inside my poetry, however, they'll always be a part of my instant messenger communications, so I understand why their use is so common. ;)

Thanks for sharing your poetry and tolerating my critique.
 
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sandspike said:
This poem is wrong at the end, maybe. Is it too mushy? The last four
lines have no rhythm? It was pretty much me untill the last 4 lines.
Did I loose the rhythm or is this just ...... over done in poetry?

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve


sandspike, i think i understand what you're saying, but for some reason the word 'gives' sticks out for me (is it a tense thing...?) and also, i want to know the specifics, what does she give you? involve me in what you're receiving and i'll experience it alongside you. give me some concrete imagery to click into that will enhance your theme.

oh, and i like the way the last couple of lines deviate from the 'norm', but then, i'm like that. lol

:rose:
 
sandspike said:
This poem is wrong at the end, maybe. Is it too mushy? The last four
lines have no rhythm? It was pretty much me untill the last 4 lines.
Did I loose the rhythm or is this just ...... over done in poetry?

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve
Hi, Spike.

Here's some thoughts. Feel free to ignore them.

I would move some of the lines around, something like this:

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves.
Having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days.

Several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me.


This would bring the "brilliant days" closer to "sunny skies" and I think strengthen the image. I think it also makes it a little easier to follow.

I think "fought back the tears" is a little overdone. Maybe something like

Several times I fought back fear,
overcome by what she gives me,
afraid...


And I find "debt" an odd choice of words, as I assume you are referring to her presence in your life. You might try "gift", though then you would also need to change "repay."

Overall the poem is a little sentimental, but there's nothing wrong with sentiment as such.
 
sandspike said:
This poem is wrong at the end, maybe. Is it too mushy? The last four
lines have no rhythm? It was pretty much me untill the last 4 lines.
Did I loose the rhythm or is this just ...... over done in poetry?

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve
I think I would like more discription of
what she gives you...
Love, light, laughter
cooking...what is the depth
of movement here...is it her
smile...

and more of what..at the end..
the poem is really good
but, I feel you could bring more
of woman who made you feel this way...

tis my first real sense of what I see is missing...hopefully with this site I will get better... :eek:
 
Rybka said:
This is one of my early wildlife series poems. As you can see I was really into alliteration. There are only two lines that still really bothers me, but I am willing to consider any serious suggestions. I do want to keep the alliterative form, however. - PAX


LOON


(insert picture)

(Gavia immer)


Lonely laughing lunatic
Loki

Devious deep diver
Demon

Maudlin midnight maniac
Murderer of the mists

Why?

Great gaunt Gavia
What ghoulish god do you serve
Sleazy scurrilous screams sounding
Scudding across the rim of sleep
Chalk board scraper of the soul

You bring memories of things best forgotten
Thoughts of emptiness
The vastness of eternity

Alone.

Whence came your wild whickering
Your haunting harrowing halloo
Harbinger of hopelessness
Immersed immer
Fish eater

Who wakes you screaming in the dark
Faustian fowl

Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return
Like thoughts of those things gone
Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of the mind

Do you call to the past
Forgetting the joy of the living
Feathered fool
Downy dunce

Masterly mimic of my mind


I too cry in the night.



.
Hi, Rybka.

Just a couple comments:

Your loon seems to be rapidly descending the scale of divinity. It starts out as a god (Loki), then becomes demon, human (Faust), and finally fool and dunce. I assume that is intentional, but I find it confusing imagery.

I would prefer "whinnying" to "whickering." My dictionary defines whickering as whinnying, both have similar etymology (imitative), and the alliteration with "whence" sounds stronger to my ear.

I would also take out the "the" before "mind" to give the "time" and "mind" lines the same meter:

Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of mind


I really like that strophe, though. Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return is a wonderful line.

In general, I find the centered text confusing to read. I know you are centering the poem under a photograph, but I'd rather see it indented but left justified.

But, you know more about this than I do, so obviously feel free to ignore everything I've said. :)

tz
 
You are all wonderful. This is what this place can be.

Remember that once you post two reviews (one each on two separate poems), you can put up one of your own for review.

Keep going. I'm practicing my guitar. eagleyez gets to hear me butcher "Helpless" (the Neil Young song) another 30 or 40 times tonight. Isn't he a lucky man? :p

:heart:
 
OK, I've commented on two, which should allow me to throw a log on the fire.

This one is more sound than sense and not very serious in intent. All comments welcome, of course, but I'm particularly interested in whether it sounds like a waltz. Also, if I were to post it to Lit, should it go as erotic or non-erotic? It's obviously about sex, but it isn't (I don't think) erotic in nature.

Thanks in advance for the scrutiny. ;)

Cunnilingus Waltz

Start with
slow kiss,
gentle pressure
on hips.

Let your
head dip
lower to
her lips.

Trail tongue
along slit.
Nibble, nip,
nuzzle it.

Swirl ‘round
swollen clit—
playing, teasing
little flicks.

Heavy breathing?
Pulse skips?
That’s it.
That’s it.
 
Tzara said:
OK, I've commented on two, which should allow me to throw a log on the fire.

This one is more sound than sense and not very serious in intent. All comments welcome, of course, but I'm particularly interested in whether it sounds like a waltz. Also, if I were to post it to Lit, should it go as erotic or non-erotic? It's obviously about sex, but it isn't (I don't think) erotic in nature.

Thanks in advance for the scrutiny. ;)

Cunnilingus Waltz

Start with
slow kiss,
gentle pressure
on hips.

Let your
head dip
lower to
her lips.

Trail tongue
along slit.
Nibble, nip,
nuzzle it.

Swirl ‘round
swollen clit—
playing, teasing
little flicks.

Heavy breathing?
Pulse skips?
That’s it.
That’s it.

nice rhyme, simple full of quick visual lust...
the last line I would do a bit different...


Heavy breathing?
Pulse skips?
hell of a stride
thanks for the trip....or sorta...like that..imho...otherwise ..very nice
That’s it
 
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Tzara said:
Hi, Rybka.

Just a couple comments:

Your loon seems to be rapidly descending the scale of divinity. It starts out as a god (Loki), then becomes demon, human (Faust), and finally fool and dunce. I assume that is intentional, but I find it confusing imagery.

I would prefer "whinnying" to "whickering." My dictionary defines whickering as whinnying, both have similar etymology (imitative), and the alliteration with "whence" sounds stronger to my ear.

I would also take out the "the" before "mind" to give the "time" and "mind" lines the same meter:

Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of mind


I really like that strophe, though. Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return is a wonderful line.

In general, I find the centered text confusing to read. I know you are centering the poem under a photograph, but I'd rather see it indented but left justified.

But, you know more about this than I do, so obviously feel free to ignore everything I've said. :)

tz
Thanks Tzara. I agree about the "the". It is gone.
I do like to play with spacing and I find center justified appropriate in this series of wildlife poems. I use "whickering" because that is the verb used with the sound of loons. (If you had ever heard them calling at night a lot of the other word choices might seem clearer. - Crazy people are called "loons", "loony" for a reason.) - Loki is the Norse God of Mischief, Faust dealt with the devil, etc. It seemed appropriate.

I really appreciate your input. I will make some comments tomorrow after the effects of the Angostora bitters wear off. ;)
 
Ang
you blow me away.. I go for a few hours of catch up with my long lost best friend and I come back to this..... wow.. I will dig in... thank you for taking on the work and outlining such fair rules
blessings
du~
PS everyone I am so proud of how you all jumped right in and got to the go.... tears in my eyes to see this working thank you all.. you are all great
du~
 
Rybka said:
Thanks Tzara. I agree about the "the". It is gone.
I do like to play with spacing and I find center justified appropriate in this series of wildlife poems. I use "whickering" because that is the verb used with the sound of loons. (If you had ever heard them calling at night a lot of the other word choices might seem clearer. - Crazy people are called "loons", "loony" for a reason.) - Loki is the Norse God of Mischief, Faust dealt with the devil, etc. It seemed appropriate.

I really appreciate your input. I will make some comments tomorrow after the effects of the Angostora bitters wear off. ;)

They were on the garlic bread, right? ;)

:rose:
 
Du Lac said:
Ang
you blow me away.. I go for a few hours of catch up with my long lost best friend and I come back to this..... wow.. I will dig in... thank you for taking on the work and outlining such fair rules
blessings
du~
PS everyone I am so proud of how you all jumped right in and got to the go.... tears in my eyes to see this working thank you all.. you are all great
du~

Thanks, du. It's just the way I learned to evaluate writing. I strained it down and adapted it for poems. Really the only differences for prose would be to also consider sentence sense and sentence variety and how that moves stuff along.

The woman who taught me was an old Philadelphia Quaker lady with a white bun at the back of her head and half glasses she would peer over. She was sweet but relentless. :)
 
Tzara said:
OK, I've commented on two, which should allow me to throw a log on the fire.

This one is more sound than sense and not very serious in intent. All comments welcome, of course, but I'm particularly interested in whether it sounds like a waltz. Also, if I were to post it to Lit, should it go as erotic or non-erotic? It's obviously about sex, but it isn't (I don't think) erotic in nature.

Thanks in advance for the scrutiny. ;)

Cunnilingus Waltz

Start with
slow kiss,
gentle pressure
on hips.

Let your
head dip
lower to
her lips.

Trail tongue
along slit.
Nibble, nip,
nuzzle it.

Swirl ‘round
swollen clit—
playing, teasing
little flicks.

Heavy breathing?
Pulse skips?
That’s it.
That’s it.

That’s it.
That’s it.
Why not: Now you have,
the final lick.
This a light erotic poem that I can dance to.
As this poem got lower, I had to take that
final lick.
 
Sandspike:
my notes are in color.

You Should Be So Lucky
by sandspike ©

Saturday we did the beach thing
sunny skies above dancing waves,
several times I fought back the tears
overcome by what she gives me

The first line feels like a journal entry. I would use a different opening line rewording the entry to the poem. The third line again seems like a journal entry. Let me know what you felt give me something with feeling here.
I would break up the last line.
overcome
by all she gives.

this gives the reader a deeper sense of being over come.. hesitation here creates a power in the action. I would also use some punctuation to heighten this.



having much more than I deserve
tends to haunt me on brilliant days,
afraid the law of averages
is finally catching up to me

again revise the wording here. This language is too plain. Challenge the reader with your choice of words and how you place them. you are speaking of a moment that challenges the person in the poem. Your thoughts here delve into that so make me feel the mind bending you are writing about.

knowing I'll never repay
a debt as dear as this life,

I like how you broke this up. It makes time stop and I feel the breathing and moment of realization that the poet wants. Knowing... change this word.....

I'll only wish you the same...
to have more than you deserve

Overused wording here.. make it original. I want to feel the wish ... make me feel it from my soul...

Now... tell me why this woman makes you feel this what is it that she gives this will deepen the subject matter. I feel you are true to your subject here and I totally understand the connection with the serenity of the beach and the joy of your discovery. Use the beach and her to bounce off each other. I felt at the start that was what would happen somehow it got lost. I fell you need a weaving here. Her you and the beach. The gift and the moment of realization what would happen if it is lost. This was what I believed the subject to be.

Tighten up your rhetoric, use metaphor to relate to the reader and put some color into the read. The basics here are good. You stop time and I felt the moment but from the outside drag my ass in please and make me see tears dance on the horizon of the self doubt and gratitude that only is hinted at.

Thank you for being the first to post and the chance to look over your work. I humbly bow to you ...
blessings
du lac~
 
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Rybka said:
This is one of my early wildlife series poems. As you can see I was really into alliteration. There are only two lines that still really bothers me, but I am willing to consider any serious suggestions. I do want to keep the alliterative form, however. - PAX


LOON


(insert picture)

(Gavia immer)


Lonely laughing lunatic
Loki

Devious deep diver
Demon

Maudlin midnight maniac
Murderer of the mists

Why?

Great gaunt Gavia
What ghoulish god do you serve
Sleazy scurrilous screams sounding
Scudding across the rim of sleep
Chalk board scraper of the soul

You bring memories of things best forgotten
Thoughts of emptiness
The vastness of eternity

Alone.

Whence came your wild whickering
Your haunting harrowing halloo
Harbinger of hopelessness
Immersed immer
Fish eater

Who wakes you screaming in the dark
Faustian fowl

Does the shivering silver of the swallowed fish return
Like thoughts of those things gone
Sliding down the throat of time
Sticking in the craw of the mind

Do you call to the past
Forgetting the joy of the living
Feathered fool
Downy dunce

Masterly mimic of my mind


I too cry in the night.



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you're too far beyond me in skill, obviously, but i do feel that this:

You bring memories of things best forgotten
Thoughts of emptiness
The vastness of eternity

sticks out as having 'th' as alliteration and it sounds very soft in comparison to the rest of the alliteration around (or are you using the 'e's? - they sound different in my accent [not that i have one lol]).

What ghoulish god...

no question mark...?

going back over, this:

Lonely laughing lunatic
Loki

Devious deep diver
Demon

Maudlin midnight maniac
Murderer of the mists

Why?

... seems a little 'bitsy' to me. maybe it's that there's not enough information for me to get a decent grip on what you're saying...?


i do take note that you start off with full alliteration and then ease off the further the poem goes. i have to say i personally prefer the latter, it seems to read smoother.

like i said, your skill is way beyond mine, feel free to use or ignore what i've mentioned. :)

:rose:
 
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Rybka
I so look forward to delving into your poem. It is a huge challenge. Only can be done for me... early morning, coffee, a pack of cigs and silence.. oh what a nice morning I have waiting for me.. better hit the sack now~
du
 
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