Ridicule me not
though I am the master of confusion
And entangle minds in maze
I am a mighty ocean of bliss
after my queer puzzles clotted like a web
are logically disentangled.
Riddles - that is my given name
Master of mysteries
Teacher of logic
With flattery tongue, so smooth
Like wool of cotton
But I am abrasive too
that is to them who claim wise
try me with all the adjectives
and find me not lacking
my throws rests inevitable traps
No mind made of man’s can’t flee
for will surely get trapped
I am the great hunter ever known
“Tell me who I am,” my simple puzzle
And I will wear you a medal
More precious than silver
Fresh from a furnace
Only tell who I am.
And you’ll get that imperial treat
You’re not a fool; neither wise
But you can choose wise
Only come into my garage
and service your wits
Ridicule me not
Though master of confusion
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Dear WonderGolly,
*suggestion:
in this line: Like wool of cotton
I would change it to silk or satin becaue wool tends to be a little rough and cotton is not that smooth.
Precious than silver
(more) precious than silver?
I liked these lines most:
But you can choose wise
Only come into my garage
and service your wits
Ridicule me not
Though master of confusion
always, Cat
((((cotton wool))))
I have always thought of it as the smoothest of all at it's unprocessed state. You know, when it drives and pops open. "Wool of Cotton"..... I took a wild risk adding it.
thanks for the read and the suggestions.
respects
WonderGolly :)
Cat hit on my technical comments well.
This, of course, confused me a bit. Then it didn't satisfy because it seemed unfinished. Remember that EVERY poem (not just the stories) must have the four components. They are used a little more loosely, but without an exposition or resolution the poem is muddled. Sometimes that is what we want, what we strife to create and in much of this I see that attempt. The reader is to be somewhat confused, but without a resolution however small that brings a little clarity to what we are reading it leaves the poem unsatisfying.
I inferred much of the puzzle as any reader would, but it could have used a little more straight out explanation... even if couched in mystery.
wesley
Wesley Snow
sorry this poem didn't workout as much as it should have. the truth is, I was playing with words trying to write something about the complexity and humourous nature of RIDDLES. Sorry it didn't work out.
thanks for the read anyway.
respects.
WonderGolly :)
I didn't say it didn't work,
experimentation is a poet's lifeblood. wesley
"experimentation is a poet's lifeblood. wesley"
Wesley Snow. sometimes, I compose a poem, I feel like I don't know what I am writing about yet I commit the effort to writing nonetheless. Is it possible to write a poem and not understand what it mean or somehow deep inside/within, the meaning is there just that it hasn't been figured out yet?
respects
WonderGolly :)
By all means... yes.
William Faulkner once said (and I paraphrase) that when first you write, just write. Don't think. Just write. I use this as a maxim. When I am writing my epic, I already have the story line figured out in advance. In fact I have so much of it lain out that I don't allow myself to brainstorm unless absolutely necessary in fear I will come up with yet ANOTHER cool idea and turn this behemoth into a planet size monstrosity.
However, AS I write I just write. I allow the story to create itself as it goes. Some of my best story ideas have come from spur of the moment creation.
Here's the other side of that coin. Endless Revision. This something I learned from Gary Lutz, a grammarian. Nothing that I write is finished. I am in the process of editing some part of the big poem at all times. When I catch up to the end, I start over. Therefore, the piece will ALWAYS represent the poet that I am today.
So when you write, just write. Don't concern yourself with grammar, meter, rhyme, you'll fix those later. Just write and produce the emotional. Mechanics are merely time consuming. Granted, the better your grammar, meter, spelling, blah, blah is in the beginning the less you have to repair later. This is why I have trained myself in the poetic forms. I need them to be natural enough so I may JUST WRITE and not be so far off I have to deconstruct everything to bring it up to speed.
So all of this extra wordy stuff boils down to... don't be afraid to let the poem write itself. You're going to edit it endlessly anyway.
wesley
interesting incite
Thanks a lot, Wesley. I won't forget this one.
respects.
WonderGolly :)
Wondergolly, you are a superb poet.
I won't crit minor flaws, what I will do is say that you have an an amazing range of ability.
You have my total respect.
Thank you
Thank you very much. I want to say more than that but I am tongue-tied. thank you.
respects
WonderGolly :)
quotting Wesley Snow inplace of my lost of words: lolz
"Thank you Jess for your kind words and you're absolutely correct. I have a marvelous range of emotional depth. A very large array of poetic types and forms seem within my grasp. I know also that I have an innate sense of the dramatic without the use hyperbole. Thank you for noticing."
Since you're tongue tied,
I will answer for you.
"Thank you Jess for your kind words and you're absolutely correct. I have a marvelous range of emotional depth. A very large array of poetic types and forms seem within my grasp. I know also that I have an innate sense of the dramatic without the use hyperbole. Thank you for noticing."
wesley for
WonderGolly:)
Thanks Wesley. Have got to be
Thanks Wesley. Have got to be honest. sometimes, it's really find it hard to express the english language with the right words. these are some of the times I vainly wish I was born english or american. lolz.. (me, Writers Block, is not exactly lost of ideas. It's the lost of words.) but I'm getting along. hehe
it's really find it hard to express the english language with t
You don't have to be fighting with a second language to have that problem. Note my problems of late with assonance/consonance.
Start proofreading your comments.
wesley