I thought
I saw his eyes
in the headlights
staring,
numb,
blind to change,
open to adaptation;
tight-twisted with colored sugars
to sweeten past paths
and make the hard roads
seem
softer.
Myopia helped him forget
about human beings;
free and equal,
with dignity
and rights.
It helped him define mankind by its color
and strength of mind by its sex
and he forgot
that humanity is endowed with reason,
conscience,
and an inner spirit of brotherhood.
***
It didn't matter
whether I turned left
or right
because
when the brakes failed
he was still dead on impact.
Comments
Damn, woman, this is good.
Damn, woman, this is good. All the elements of a poem that make poetry poetry.
You gots skills.
I have no favourite lines, to take any would be like coitus interruptus. ;-)
~A
Thank you
I am pleased you enjoyed this. ~Pamela
Yeah, bloody good,
but as many of your recent poems, lacking in prosodic quality. It is a statement in fact more than a poem. Prose.
I wouldn't necessarily suggest changes, it feels like a cathartic poem, but it could be better poetry.
You know the drill, assonance, alliteration, references, meter and as a last resort, rhyme.
Thank you.
Hmm.
It is hard lined.
so
more of this:
tight-twisted with colored sugars
to sweeten past paths
and make the hard roads
seem
softer
Yes?
Hmmmm. It was *just enough*
Hmmmm. It was *just enough* for my tastes, Pamela.
I overdose on too much sweetness, it's my poetic metabolism that needs balance.
~A
work on it
your comments could give much more
I can empathize
I find it hard to have my poems show rather than tell. I think that is what the Weirdelf is getting at.
I AM TIRED
http://new.neopoet.com/weirdelf/blog/725-am-27-may-2011
YES
I believe this is exactly where Jess is going. Less tell - more show.
I will be working on this one.
Thank you. ~Pamela
jesushchristonabike
Okay, first I must defend my territory. Jess suggested that you go to rhyme as a last resort. I say we start with it and discuss meter right after, but that's me. I think you know by now I find little to love in free verse. I should now go on a rampage about "the loss of music that is the heart of poetry" or "where is the lyricism?", but I won't. Like Byron, I just like my rhymes. Now, I don't care if this is poetry or prose. It's freaping jarring is what it is. Like the business card guys were handing around a couple of decades ago to girls that had written on it an introduction. A quick bit about being too shy to talk to girls, so he resorts to this card. It offers an evening before a fire with wine talking about poetry and philosophy, great literature, perhaps the stage....and then we can F...
Like I said. Jarring.
I think I just described a successful poem. You managed to rattle my cage.
wesley
Thank you Wesley
It is meant to jar.
Left and Right referring to left wing/right wing.
It is free verse -
Does it sing? Not like a standard poetic jingle but the hum that creates the din before the explosion makes reading this one aloud worth the energy.
Thank you again. As I am learning; you hear my words. ~Pamela
hi
The only thing I would suggest changing is to swap places with 1st and 2nd lines............stan
Hmmm.
I am not sure that swapping those lines does what I want that first stanza to do. I want readers to wonder why it matters. Clarity in that line is essential. Thank you though. ~Pamela
I think the thing some forget
I think the thing some forget is that free verse is very contemporary and modern compared to rhyme, this to me has enough metaphor that shows the poem and the right amount to tell the story, I know you've been working hard on your free verse and it shows. Liking what I see.