Maternity Of A Mother

I dreamt a lot. I dreamt of being her. The life that was once hers. 

I dreamt and dreamt until my dream was stolen till I am weary. 

They. Yes, they. They had stolen the one thing that kept me merry. 

In that conception of merry, I saw my life to have never experienced being dreary. 

For she had always told me to see life from a perception where dreams are not impossible towards glory. 

I miss her maternity, her caresses, and eyes so beamy. For when she looked at me, desolation seemed fiery. 

Dreams, dreams, dreams. What good do they offer me? She now is forever gone. 

Her warmth can't be felt anymore, not even the warmth of the sun. 

Through the leaves of memories. Hers are the only ones that gleam, so as they seem to me. 

The glint of her shiny eyes. The sorrows behind that had struck me depriving me of life. 

For I wasn't able to divine that sadness had always been beyond my eyes. And sorrows had then stolen my life. 

Reviews

[JayG]

This, like your fiction is you talking about you. But that's not how poetry is written. Readers are seeking entertainment, not wondering how someone they know nothing about is feeling.

Poetry, like fiction, has an emotion-based approach that's very unlike the report-writing skills we were given in school. As E. L. Doctorow puts it: “Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it’s raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”

But in school we were taught none of how to do that, because they were readying us for the nonfiction writing that employers need. And that cannot work for either fiction or poetry because anything written that way reads like a lecture.

So to write either, like it or not, we must learn how it's done, and master those techniques. Remember, they offer degree programs in poetry-related subjects and Commercial Fiction-Writing. Would they do that if what they teach is optional?

We can't simply transcribe ourselves telling a story as if to an audience, for fiction, because that assigns the reader the role of storyteller, but gives them no clue of HOW you'd perform it. Have your computer read your work to you and you'll hear the problem.

If you want to write poetry, and I certainly support that idea, begin with Mary Oliver's, A Poetry Handbook.
https://dokumen.pub/a-poetry-handbook-0156724006.html

Then, jump to Amazon and read the excerpt from Stephen Fry's, The Ode Less Traveled.

For fiction, try this: https://dokumen.pub/qdownload/gmc-goal-motivation-and-conflict-9781611943184.html

Jay Greenstein
Articles: https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/
Videos: https://www.youtube.com/@jaygreenstein3334

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~ Mark Twain

[IntrepidSugar]

Thank you for this rejonder to my poem. Though, I am not talking about me but rather about someone who has gone through sort of something like this. Losing a mother. I will surely look into those books. I actually am a novice.