Freedom is like an ice-cream, so sweet and so cold.
(4 individual poems)
1. Thus the rain pours
Thus the rain pours And I sit here Doing nothing Nothing at all While a fire burns in my lungs Suppressed For he stands across the room And stares. I’d gladly escape the room And scream But his fists are strong And I, a girl.
2. Home
Home Is the place for Arguments People screaming their lungs out For no reason At all
Love A flash of sunlight Dripping though the leaves Into the darkness Of home
If the leaves rattle And let out the sunshine Then all is well And safe, and sound
But if they cover That stream of light And home becomes a battlefield with horns, cannons and wheels rolling Off our tongues
There’s no end To the falsehoods we speak Justified In the name of love
Forget about love That empty, monstrous word The seed for turmoil
I need a home Not filled with arguments nor love
But with loud laughter Friendly chatter A place where I can be Carefree
3. The Freed Mare
Her breathe is frozen As time- Time becomes chosen The rhyme Will never be the same
For she has loosened The knot- Which tied her to the oven And trots Away, no longer tamed But already frozen.
4. Tomorrow, tomorrow
The mist is in the midst Of the dampened streets Enshrouding the pond Mending Upon
Those angry brows The ghost of tomorrow Verily feral Whose warmth cannot elude My lousy vows
To try all the arrows Until I reach the narrow Bend.
But broken are my bones Bent are these honourable claims Of loss, love and Of sorrow.
Remember, remember When Apollo’s son died And our ancestors first cracked the bones To ask the gods, who answered:
Overall, good wordplay in every poem.
#1 -- I did not like the ending, being a girl means not being strong . . .
#2 -- far & away the best poem here, very expressive with a killer opening, but showing so realistically how "home" can be both the best & the worst . . .
#3 -- Good strong interesting message, but I don't like your line breaks, kinda choppy to read instead of fluid . . .
#4 -- Best wordplay (mist/midst) . . . (verily feral) . . . (lousy vows) = good job of paying attention to the way something sounds as it's read aloud (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Thus the Rains Pours: I know a good number of girls and women who would take issue with that last word, but d@@@@@@mn!!!!! this is a powerful piece. The imagery, the flow - fantastic!!
Home: Powerful, profound, really stabs in the right places. Some linebreaks are questionable, though. When you linebreak, you say something, when you stanzabreak, you say another, and sometimes it affects the flow/musicality. The linebreak to "Arguments" is odd but to an extent it works. The "at all" not so much, as it's a pause too many in between thoughts. What you could do is repeat the "for no reason" so you really jab that knife in with the message; Stanza 4, similar deal: questionable line breaks BUT, in the end they actually work with what's going on in that stanza and the poem as a whole; Stanza 5 should start with "Then" as it's a continuation of the thought in the previous stanza, and because of how you've linebroken the stanza in 5, it would work better if "justified" were just "justify" as you have that "pause", which connects th verb to the "we" before "speak", and you have that play going on there; Stanza 6, it's not necessary to put "love" on its own line, bring "nor" down with it; then Stanza 7, it looks like there should be a line break between a couple of thoughts/lines - but the poem as a whole is fantastic, I'll grant you that (in Stanza 2, I believe it should be "Dripping *through", no?)
The Freed Mare: "Breath" not "Breathe" (noun not verb), and no dash after "knot" (I can see why you did that, but it doesn't work here as the next line is part of the same thought), but in-freaking-credible! Brava!!
Tomorrow, Tomorrow: Getting Shakespearean, are we? lol. Again, careful with line breaks, more in Stanza 1 than anywhere else. Everything else is top-notch. I'm not too crazy about the repetition of "bones" where it appears, but I can think more on it to see whether or not it's personal and the line actually does work, but ooooooh, man! There are some fabulous lines in this, and I applaud you for those!!
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