Mapwork by RW
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Mapwork
inside my eyelids
pressed
white flash
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traces of magnesium stars flutter
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fireflies in May between retina and lens
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is this the stroke, where it begins
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extremities are feeling numb
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pay to live now pay to crumble
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Striking laughter winds in rage
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ripping ground does it assauge?
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or is it just another reminder
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of the ants under the spyglass
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our human race
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God is just a master chemist
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experimenting on the small ones
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ants to traitors
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simple raiders
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we are the victims of
Sep 13, 2012
Mapwork
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Thanks Beau!
I appreciate your kind words. The sentiment is vaguely Sumerian as they had the Tigris and Euphrates to contend with. I have to admit, I like this one too.
Ron
hi ron
hi ron
i really find the dashes distracting - sorry
i like the write, but for me it's not that memorable though - really it says nothing new, or anything old in a particularly new way
and the last line, with the use of the preposition at the end, makes the write seem unfinished ...
i do like the analogy of god as a master chemist
love judy
xxx
Thanks Judy!
Thanks for the comments and criticisms. I agree, the thought that the gods are against us is ancient. The dashes aren't there for any aesthetic reason. They were added for use with a poetry streaming software, where the dashes add time before the next line is printed. I appreciate your input.
Ron