|when your hair was long
i wish i had known you when your hair was long.
before you became able to explain
the beauty that is cast
by the shadow of a football field.
before you started
America's beating heart;
back when you sang alone into empty
white waiting rooms,
damp with abstinence
and geisha paint.
long haired anger, i wish i had known you,
held your hand
even though we probably wouldn't have known
what to call it.
how did you come to be so new?
you close chapters of your life with
scissors and speeches and powerpoint presentations
how did you come to ebb here,
and armored eyes?
and when your echoed scream
breaks against rooms of
mirrors and familiar songs,
"take me home',
i will open and say, "Ocean,
you were made to sculpt shores."
19 Sep 10
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Oh, you're not foolin anyone! Come out and claim this gold bar!!
I love it.
BOO and YEAH!
One of the best I've seen on PC in ages. Will try to return when I'm more awake to crit. Though I can say this, there's not a ton to be changed. "anthro-apologizing", "empty/white waiting rooms", "abstinence/and geisha paint", "scissors and speeches and powerpoint presentations", "armored eyes", "room of mirrors and familiar voices" are some of my favourite moments in this. Some very fine writing, here.
I really love this thru line 22, and wish it would end (very strongly) there.
Your current ending doesn't even seem like it belongs in the same poem; maybe because of its placement; maybe partly because of the too-cute use of poem as a verb. I'm all for creating a verb when an existing one just won't due, but this seems contrived.
If 23 thru 31 is really necessary to say what you need to say, consider moving it up, say between the current lines 15 and 16. Finishing with this part puts too much stress on N's plaintive plea. I wan't to be left with what the subject has become:
Maybe because I can relate more to the subject than I can to N. Who you want at center stage should weigh into your decision.
Excellence. Nothing more need be said.
thanks, guys! A, i think you're right about the cutesy "poem" verb use. you might be right about the last stanza's placement, too, there's something off about it that i don't really like.
i revised some bits in 27-32, and all of 16-19.
i think i'm going to stay an unknown, though. the person this is written for sometimes hangs around PC, and i'm not ready to send it to her yet.
haha, so dramatic!
I'm trying to find a line I don't like.
Even though I've urged you to think more about this, I hope you won't respond too rashly. You know what you want to do here better than any of us, and, look, this is wildly popular already! I'll be expecting perfection, eventually ;)
This poem has an interesting effect on me. That's what I like in poetry. Amazing. :)
you incorporate questions in your poem so well.
beautiful little thing.
Very well felt, and well written, and well everything.
thank you so much for the read!
for me, the poem begins on L12. that's a winner. fresh. fresh.
i do feel some gratutious oceans and screams and mirrors in places.
love 20-22, original and sonic and conveys so much in so little space.
nicmichaels, have i ever told you that your advice is the best? mm! it always helps.
i agree, starting on L12 would be dope.
i still love this one.
how good is this?
you mean starting one 1 would be the way to go.
apparently redheads feel more pain, more than any of the other outre simian hair variants
they'd be ((ƧЯOЯЯIMMIRRORS(())ƧЯOЯЯIMMIRRORS)) reflecting scenes with mature themes...
You've got it... a true understanding of syllable rhyme and flow. That is a rare talent, to see language like that. You might be the only person on this site that does.
A challenge: write it as prose (just don't break the lines, obviously.) You will be renown, really. Promise.
Poetry is dead... unless you write lyrics.
Peace and fame.
poetry is pretty much a private language. that's why it's always more alive then some crap constructed into a commercial song lyric: poetry makes its own music. unfortunately, this poem offering isn't one of those musical poems.
this is good enough for someone like inuki, but inuki thinks poetry should be ethically masculine and simple, like a dumb lunk.
poetry begins in the heart, not the fingertips.
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Absolutely beautiful. Gave me goosebumps, thank you.
FRICKIN' LOVE this poem!!!! (This person must know me)
my hair was never long. i've been in the army since birth.
This is a good poem, but I think it needs to be retired from the top rated list. I'm tired of seeing it there. lol. No offense of course... plus I think I already posted that another one of the author's works is better.
no one believes you. you're a liar.
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