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I was born a thumbtack, and God was an
Office worker. He found me in his pocket,
Lesser than his gilded lint, and I was keen
To prick his leg in transit.
Even gods can bleed.
I became a splinter, a vagrant sentry catching
Grasshoppers in place of a school bus. Home and
Hands covered in bug spit taught me more than any
Teacher ever would.
There's always one exception.
I met a poet in reflection, and he taught me how
Important hot asphalt is to a pair of naked feet.
The heat waves paint a picture, and I learned
To take off my shoes.
What trickles outward forms the road.
Office worker. He found me in his pocket,
Lesser than his gilded lint, and I was keen
To prick his leg in transit.
Even gods can bleed.
I became a splinter, a vagrant sentry catching
Grasshoppers in place of a school bus. Home and
Hands covered in bug spit taught me more than any
Teacher ever would.
There's always one exception.
I met a poet in reflection, and he taught me how
Important hot asphalt is to a pair of naked feet.
The heat waves paint a picture, and I learned
To take off my shoes.
What trickles outward forms the road.
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How to Self-Destruct
Chapter 1 -
Allow a slip of the tongue now and then when nobody's looking,
snatch the truth back up and bury it in your pocket
to tumble crumpled into a collection of inky snowflakes in the wash.
Find them again and feel bitter that no one saw their truth.
Cut your heart into breadcrumbs,
spread out for wild animals and left-over the earth,
part of you hoping someone will follow.
Try not to care when they scatter it to the birds.
Hide behind braids of flowers in the garden back,
listen with breath baited for hurried footsteps and searching hands -
a solo game of Marco Polo.
Miss a beautiful afternoon
whispering "I'm here"
choosing to
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Not Here
I cannot reach you
no matter how far
I stretch my heart
you escape my arms
and I grasp the nothing
of where you refuse
to be.
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a jar of not-quite-nothing
A jar to catch fireflies.
A simple enough concept:
wait for the twilight hours
stay alert for twinkling yellow
then, give chase.
The problem was my aim
(or rather, my lack thereof.
Plus, I didn't really like bugs
anyways).
I never caught any. And yet,
the jar overflows with
childish peals of laughter
cricket chirps
summer air, ever-blowing
kicked-up dirt
wisps of evening cloud
and the light from the stars.
If I look at that jar from
just the right angle,
I can still see it alight with angel glow:
the bright, twinkling
yellow
of firefly light.
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I have no special requests for a critique as this was my first serious poem written last year. In my mind it's "finished". I'm mostly interested in opinions on what makes it strong, what makes it weak, and what I could do to better my writing in future poems.
I have no special requests for a critique as this was my first serious poem written last year. In my mind it's "finished". I'm mostly interested in opinions on what makes it strong, what makes it weak, and what I could do to better my writing in future poems.
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Hi Larry <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
It is good to see you using dA! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/> This is a critique for ^Beccalicious's 12 Days of Critmas! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/l…" width="19" height="19" alt="" title="La la la la"/> Since you specified in your artist's comments, I will stick to what I consider the strengths and weaknesses of the piece. Remember that critique is subjective and you should use/discard these comments as you see fit. Also, please disregard the star rating. I give all lit the same mid-grade as the stars are wholly inadequate for literature critiques.
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Purple"/> = a strength
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Blue"/> = a weakness
Disclaimers done! Let's dig in. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Purple"/> I really enjoyed the imagery in this poem. Starting off with God's pocket was excellent, as it recalls the theme of "made in God's image" in a very literal, modern day setting. "Lesser than his gilded lint" was powerful, and I suspect that any person - with or without faith - could relate to such a feeling.
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Blue"/> "I became" in the second stanza feels a little weak to me. How did you transform from a thumbtack to a sentry? And why are you catching grasshoppers instead of school buses? Bug spit is a great image, one that us PNW folks can relate to only to well, but it lacks build up for those not familiar with our region, or regions like it. And I fail to understand how it corresponds with teachers. This entire stanza feels very personal. It needs some explanation for those not residing in your skull. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Purple"/> I really do love the idea of walking bare-footed on a hot road, having done it a time or two myself. It particularly brings to mind childhood, which meshes will with "What trickles outward..."
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Blue"/> I think "learned" is a weak verb in that stanza though. "I took my shoes off" works well enough on its own.
<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="10" height="10" alt="" title="Bullet; Blue"/> This is a technical gripe. A lot of your lines are broken on words like "and", "an", "how", etc - basically words that are not important to the image. Ending a line on these words brings attention to them, and thus takes attention away from the words that are important to your image. For instance:
I was born a thumbtack, and God was an
That line puts the emphasis on an rather than God. The stanza would be better broken up thus:
I was born a thumbtack, and God
was an office worker. He found me in his pocket,
lesser than his gilded lint, and I was keen
to prick his leg in transit.
In free verse, it is less important to worry about line length and more important to think of the impact of your end-words. Here is a good article that discusses this aspect of poetry: [link]
Hopefully some of these comments are helpful! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/> Good luck with revisions and future writings.
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