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Paltry Eyes
Teeth numb as my chest
embed unbidden truths
into my unshod shins;
The vines that led me
morphed into thorns
Contractions kick
mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
groan all the way home
Distorting these dregs
birthing battles through blood...
To batter me while I beg
I thread flayed fingers
through threshed wheat
Weaving wishes like whispers
Sobbing for seasoned seed
It's chaff I eat
embed unbidden truths
into my unshod shins;
The vines that led me
morphed into thorns
Contractions kick
mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
groan all the way home
Distorting these dregs
birthing battles through blood...
To batter me while I beg
I thread flayed fingers
through threshed wheat
Weaving wishes like whispers
Sobbing for seasoned seed
It's chaff I eat
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Re. Paltry Eyes
30th Sep 2017 6:29pm
another wow of a poem - your writing is so very good and so very original - this felt dark and so very sad - felt a lump in my throat - maybe it mas just my interpretation :-(
excellent :-)
excellent :-)
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Re. Paltry Eyes
Finally!
First, you have got to be one of the most talented poets here. I know I've said this before, but let me first reiterate before I illustrate with your poem. You have such a command of the alliterative flow of poetry. . .the consonant vibration and assonant resonance of lyrical composition.
More than that is your constancy. Each post reflects this natural talent and comprehensive ability. Lines roll off the tongue smoothly into the next. Your vocabulary is exemplary and unique expression stands out easily.
Now, onto your poem:
"Paltry Eyes"
[ Excellent title. Right off the bat Paltry captures the attention and sets the mood ]
"Teeth [as] numb as my
Chest
Embed unbidden truths
Into my unshod shins
The vines that led me
Morphed into thorns"
[ Excellent imagery and relation; however, do you really need the first 'as' in L1? Also, while I realize it's traditionally accepted form, I have always found it a bit difficult to read poetry with each line capped. I struggle to differentiate between sentences, especially with no punctuation.
I would strongly consider the following revision:
Teeth numb as my chest
embed unbidden truths
into my unshod shins;
The vines that led me
morphed into thorns
See how the revision smoothed the flow between lines, and how the semi connected the final two lines to the previous - yet accentuated the imagery? ]
"Contractions kick
Like...
Mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
Groan all the way home
Distorting these dregs
Birthing battles through blood
To batter me while I beg"
[ Comparing contractions to mule kicks is brilliant, and something every mother can fully relate to! The metaphor carries beautifully throughout the stanza as well.
If I were to suggest revisions, it would be to lose "like" ( at all costs ) and semi after contractions kick, and, again, check your capitalization for as easier read.
Contractions kick;
Mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
groan all the way home
distorting these dregs
birthing battles through blood
to batter me while I beg
Mules of my own making is kick ass ( pun intended ) alliteration! As are the c's of contractions and conceptions and contrived. Distorting / dregs and the finale of b's is a phobic symphony. ]
"I thread flayed fingers
Through threshed wheat
Weaving wishes like whispers
Sobbing for seasoned seed"
[ Um. . .this hits the plate like starvation. The hunger for a break is palpable here.
Again, watch you caps. . .also, you could lose 'like' by rearranging the syntax of L3 without losing any magic.
I thread flayed fingers
through threshed wheat
weaving whispered wishes
sobbing for seasoned seed
That alliteration is fiddle pickin' on the tongue line by line girl. The devil went down to Georgia. . . ]
"It's chaff I eat"
Boom. If a poem were to ever end on an emotional resonance, it would be like this. Its the in your face essence that vibrates to the core of the reader.
Well done. With the exception of those minor suggestions, this is an exemplary piece if work. I anticipate reading one of your books before I die.
An autographed one. ❤
First, you have got to be one of the most talented poets here. I know I've said this before, but let me first reiterate before I illustrate with your poem. You have such a command of the alliterative flow of poetry. . .the consonant vibration and assonant resonance of lyrical composition.
More than that is your constancy. Each post reflects this natural talent and comprehensive ability. Lines roll off the tongue smoothly into the next. Your vocabulary is exemplary and unique expression stands out easily.
Now, onto your poem:
"Paltry Eyes"
[ Excellent title. Right off the bat Paltry captures the attention and sets the mood ]
"Teeth [as] numb as my
Chest
Embed unbidden truths
Into my unshod shins
The vines that led me
Morphed into thorns"
[ Excellent imagery and relation; however, do you really need the first 'as' in L1? Also, while I realize it's traditionally accepted form, I have always found it a bit difficult to read poetry with each line capped. I struggle to differentiate between sentences, especially with no punctuation.
I would strongly consider the following revision:
Teeth numb as my chest
embed unbidden truths
into my unshod shins;
The vines that led me
morphed into thorns
See how the revision smoothed the flow between lines, and how the semi connected the final two lines to the previous - yet accentuated the imagery? ]
"Contractions kick
Like...
Mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
Groan all the way home
Distorting these dregs
Birthing battles through blood
To batter me while I beg"
[ Comparing contractions to mule kicks is brilliant, and something every mother can fully relate to! The metaphor carries beautifully throughout the stanza as well.
If I were to suggest revisions, it would be to lose "like" ( at all costs ) and semi after contractions kick, and, again, check your capitalization for as easier read.
Contractions kick;
Mules of my own making
Conceptions I've contrived
groan all the way home
distorting these dregs
birthing battles through blood
to batter me while I beg
Mules of my own making is kick ass ( pun intended ) alliteration! As are the c's of contractions and conceptions and contrived. Distorting / dregs and the finale of b's is a phobic symphony. ]
"I thread flayed fingers
Through threshed wheat
Weaving wishes like whispers
Sobbing for seasoned seed"
[ Um. . .this hits the plate like starvation. The hunger for a break is palpable here.
Again, watch you caps. . .also, you could lose 'like' by rearranging the syntax of L3 without losing any magic.
I thread flayed fingers
through threshed wheat
weaving whispered wishes
sobbing for seasoned seed
That alliteration is fiddle pickin' on the tongue line by line girl. The devil went down to Georgia. . . ]
"It's chaff I eat"
Boom. If a poem were to ever end on an emotional resonance, it would be like this. Its the in your face essence that vibrates to the core of the reader.
Well done. With the exception of those minor suggestions, this is an exemplary piece if work. I anticipate reading one of your books before I die.
An autographed one. ❤
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Re: Re. Paltry Eyes
5th Oct 2017 7:40am
You really have a gift for critique, thank you so, so very much for taking all of this time on me. Gratitude is overwhelming me <3 I certainly see what you mean, I'm going to work on tightening up lines and trimming the fat! What you've said honestly brought tears to my eyes. It means more than you know. Thank you.
Re: Re. Paltry Eyes
5th Oct 2017 12:16pm
You're very welcome, AtoMikOne. It's an honor to critique such great poetry. I'm just sorry it took me so long.
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Re: Re. Paltry Eyes
5th Oct 2017 2:32pm
Re. Paltry Eyes
8th Oct 2017 7:42pm
Your poesy invests me unto the dance of your word pairing; I'm left folding into your verse with little control!! Another fantastic read!
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