Frail, delicate, beautifully tender
Steals into life a thornless flower.
Bereft, hopeless craves for a mother
Cursed, gets spleen, lifelong hunger
Heinous, uncaring nature to discover
Sprouting up into a paling colour
Precious dreams slowly melt into vapour
Bleak , sorely dying stalks wither
Soft fry, street old stager
lives and dies, utter stranger.
Comments
Hello
My first response to this poem is, the structure is quite unique. Not that I haven't met this style of expression before, but then, many do not use it.
I got lost as I entered the third and fourth lines of the first stanza. I do not see exactly how the "Bereft, hopeless craves for a mother" fits into the narrative. It's a bit odd, that at this stage, the "flower" should be bereft of a mother. An explanation will be welcome.
The first word of the fourth line comes across as a bit too harsh, and for some reason, I cannot make sense of "gets spleen,...".
I imagine (and do correct me if I'm wrong) that your focus was more on meter and rhyme than actual content, as a line or too seems a bit forced, though no harm whatsoever is done to the peace.
If you could re-write this piece (in another post! not editing this one completely, because it's quite brilliant) for its message, and not its structure, I'll be pleased.
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hello
This poem is very effective, the short sharp punctuation it adds strength . I like the vocabulary that you have used, and it reads well. But the last line of the first stanza feels like it needs a tweak, maybe you could say something like 'vents spleen'. I also think the poem needs to be a little longer, it does'nt feel finished.
lou
William and Lou gave good feedback
I'll only add, I like the poem, the imagery is effective, but at times the language is so terse as to read almost like a list.
This is one I think you could make into something really substantial with a little editing.