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Aug 30, 2012
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REASON FOR HASTE (positive critique shop 2nd poem)

Our sweaty bodies roll apart
contentment mixed with hints of guilt
so relaxed that I let flee a fart---------------------Onamatopeia
then cover her head with the quilt

Beside the bed alarm clock sounds
reminding us it's six o'clock
and as I exit bedding mounds
her hand grasps at my old.............sock-------------Caesura

We both exchange looks of regret
It's way too hard to have to leave
after a night I'll not forget
later today I'll sigh and grieve----------------------thus making this an Aubade

But night shift ends..........as they all do------------Caesura again
you must go and I must stay
and mahe breakfast for we both know who
my wife returns at break of day------------------this reveals the Allegory

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Allegory - a poem which has both a main and underlying story Aubade - a poem in which a lover decries the end of a night spent with lover Onamatopeia - a word which when spoken aloud sounds like the word it represents Caesura - an extended pause for effect within a line

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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William Saint George

First thing to commend is the rhyme. It works well with the poem, and add a great effect to an interesting story.

I did not feel the effect of the caesuras though. I usually get the full effect when they're used with punctuation and such. I wouldn't have guessed "fart" was onomatopoeic too.

I'm new to the Aubade, so this educates me as well. The "wow" in the poem is the very last line, which cleverly reveals the allegory in the piece.

Best thing I've read all morning. :D

S

Thank you. The Caesuras Are a bit forced but I figured they'd be OK as examples . It was a toss-up whether to use fart or poot lol. And there Is a tiny hint of what was coming in the end line when I mention guilt in line 2. Appreciate you coming by and taking time to comment.............stan

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 8 months ago

Which one of these do you expect me to remember it was three seconds after I had read it I had to read it again, it's an age thing..
Well written there and very plain to see each of the types thank you..
Yours Ian.T

S

Rember what?.........Oh! the poem thingies lol. I'm glad I was clear for a change as to which device was which............stan

judyanne

A fair example of onamatopeia, a fun take with caesura. something new for me with aubade - i'll have to go and look that up. :) thank you

However, i do have my doubts as to whether this is allegory

Allegory is a form of extended metaphor, in which objects, persons, and actions in a narrative, are equated with the meanings that lie outside the narrative itself. The underlying meaning has moral, social, religious, or political significance, and characters are often personifications of abstract ideas as charity, greed, or envy.

Thus an allegory is a story with two meanings, a literal meaning and a symbolic meaning. It is the representation of abstract ideas or principles by characters, figures, or events

the most commonly quoted piece of allegory are Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and Orwell's Animal Farm

i see what you are claiming as allegory more as text and subtext... and lol - i may well be wrong

love judy
xxx

weirdelf

But the Caesura's (Caesurae?) aren't real ones at all, if you need to put in ellipses. A real Caesura is a break in meaning or a crafted break in meter.

Aubade could have been used more craftily, and honestly the allegory doesn't come through, it's a punchline.

Still, got to admit, I got a giggle and enjoyed the poem.

judyanne

but i think the following, although termed a 'mind rhyme' is a form of caesura

there once was a farmer who took a young miss
to the back of a barnyard to give her a lecture
on horses and chickens and eggs
and told her that she had such beautiful manners
that suited a girl of her charms
a girl he would like to take in his washing
and ironing and then if she did
they could get married and raise lots of sweet violets

xxxx

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 7 months ago

• Caesura

A grammatical pause or break in a line of poetry (like a question mark), usually near the middle of the line.

Caesurae

Another component of a verse’s meter are the caesurae (literally, cuts), which are not pauses but compulsory word boundaries which occur after a particular syllabic position in every line of a poem.
In Latin and Greek poetry, a caesura is a break within a foot caused by the end of a word.
For example, in the verse below, each odd line has a caesura (shown by a slash /) after the fourth syllable (daily, her, won’dring, mother) while each even line is without a caesura:

Daily, daily, / sing to Mary,
Sing my soul her praises due:
All her feasts, her / actions honor,
With the heart’s devotion true.
Now in wond’ring / contemplation,
Be her majesty confessed;
Call her Mother / call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

A caesura would split the word “devotion” in the fourth line or the word “majesty” in the sixth line.

Just a few lines from my "C" part of poetry forms but I think that the farmer was so stupid what did he know about lectures probably letchers LOL, Great learning on this one if only I could remember one line of it, Yours Ian. T

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 7 months ago

This will be the most comprehensive comment I think I shall ever give on a work, I have been asked to use my own words and I have forgotten most of those four letter ones Damn is all I can Do

so relaxed that I let flee a fart---------------------Onamatopeia
So relaxing, the (buzz ) of a fleeing fart....... Onomatopoeic

her hand grasps at my old.............sock-------------Caesura
Her hand grasps.. at my old sock....Caesura is a mid line break?

later today I'll sigh and grieve-------------------thus making this an Aubade
As I rise I will sing of grief... Aubade is a morning song.. a Serenade is
for the evenings light..

But night shift ends..........as they all do
you must go and I must stay
and (mahe) breakfast for we both know who.... Typo
my wife returns at break of day------------------this reveals the Allegory
A shinning light that feeds me and you... Allegory
Where the person is described as a symbol (Shinning Light that feeds)

Stan I have gone absolutely mad on this one, I hope you wont mind me using it to show that I can critique at a higher level lol Take care young traveller, we walk together, Yours Ian.T

PS:- I may get slated for this lol

S

I'm going to blame this on SOMEBODY who said we'd covered all devices. This sent me straight to computer to look up some I'd never heard of. Must admit I did little more than skim definitions then slung this together to give examples of them as I understood them to be. Shops are for learning, so learn from my mistakes ( that should result in enough learning to at least get an associate degree lol).

Think I'll leave this as is so that the comment thread will make sense to any who read it. The commentary does a much better job than the poem. Thanks for all the info............................stan

judyanne

and just what the shop is about - all of us are learning by the commentaries and misinterpretations, as well as by what we get correct

i repeat- it's great i think
love judy
xxxx

S

If one learns by mistakes I should be a PHD instead of a mere fud (phonic pronunciation of PHD lol). I know I learn as much when I attempt to lead as I do when following...............stan

Ian.T

Don't be hasty I may be wrong I had to look up each of your types and then interpret them to verse.
I was hoping that the Elf would see this and come flying off his toadstool to correct any mistakes LOL.
Thanks for being so nice, Yours Ian.T

S

I expect he'll get around to this in a bit lol...............stan

Ian.T

I would love to see the face of the Elf when he sees our contribution to this workshop, bet you a Dollar he fall off of his toadstool, lol,
Yours Ian.T
I had better go I can hear him waking up, night I am going to my bomb proof dark room zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz

weirdelf

but had been nibbling on a soporific mushroom
and couldn't be bothered arguing
(yes, I did fall off it)
[grins]