Hmm, it's a nice metaphor that carries through, here, sort of along the lines of what a lot of 17th century poets would do. You know that trope; "come look at what this great X in nature is doing and realize that it's presenting to us what we ought to be doing."
The night stars have always appealed in love poetry just because the are distant and seems subtle. It's a whole big cosmic whirl to observe the lovers from a distance, instead of that old "saucy, pedantic wretch," the sun.
I, personally, might amend the third stanza slightly. I might excise the "my light for you, / hidden so deep in my body," because it doesn't present the hidden flame in a new way, and it feels a bit weaker than the rest because of that. I think it flows nicely without it, and it more powerful that way because it's more economical with the metaphor. Just a thought, no slight intended.
Best wishes and happy writing, friend.
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11 Years Ago
"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my con.. read more"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my connection. I know her more intimately than any lover. Is it surprsing then, that when the confusion of the world of mankind overwhelms me, I head back to her and ask her to help me sort things out? Her nurturing is within us, her indifference is ours, her miracles present in our own lives. I get lost in buildings and on streets... my feet were made for walking in forests and my eyes for looking at the sky. So to her I return, even if it maybe is cliche sometimes. I promise to branch out LOL.
I did play with the stanza a bit. See if you think it is better now? Appreciate muchly the review, my friend.
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I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke.. read more
I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke out at me when I see them.
Wallace Stevens (yes, him again) has a great poem called "Yellow Afternoon." It's a fairly esoteric meditation on a farmer standing in his field, considering why he loves the land so much. I never really experienced fully until one day it made me think of you. Excerpt:
It was in the earth only / that he was at the bottom of things / and of himself. There he could say / Of this I am this is the patriarch, / this it is that answers when I ask....He said I had this that I could love, / as one loves visible and responsive peace, / as one loves one's own being, / as one loves that which is the end / and must be loved, as one loves that / of which one is a part as in a unity...everything comes to him / from the middle of his field. The odor / of earth penetrates more deeply than any word. / There he touches his being...
It goes on like that, but I've recited too much of it here already. But I see a little bit of you and your inspiration in that poem.
Marie, I really like this poem-- a lot. What a moment, and it almost becomes an apocalyptic moment at that.
I wonder, do you have other poems that I could see?
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Verser, I am truly appreciative of you reaching out, more than you can know. I have gotten so little.. read moreVerser, I am truly appreciative of you reaching out, more than you can know. I have gotten so little positive reception, and have so much to juggle... had been seripously considering giving up my writing for a while. Your reaching out has provided renewed life and much-needed spirit. Thank you.
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I am so glad. When it comes to writing, discouragement is a self-made enemy.
It is i wh.. read moreI am so glad. When it comes to writing, discouragement is a self-made enemy.
You have a way with words. Images. A beautiful piece.
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thank you, Micheal. I was trying to weave with images in this one. It makes you happy you enjoyed th.. read morethank you, Micheal. I was trying to weave with images in this one. It makes you happy you enjoyed that.
Hmm, it's a nice metaphor that carries through, here, sort of along the lines of what a lot of 17th century poets would do. You know that trope; "come look at what this great X in nature is doing and realize that it's presenting to us what we ought to be doing."
The night stars have always appealed in love poetry just because the are distant and seems subtle. It's a whole big cosmic whirl to observe the lovers from a distance, instead of that old "saucy, pedantic wretch," the sun.
I, personally, might amend the third stanza slightly. I might excise the "my light for you, / hidden so deep in my body," because it doesn't present the hidden flame in a new way, and it feels a bit weaker than the rest because of that. I think it flows nicely without it, and it more powerful that way because it's more economical with the metaphor. Just a thought, no slight intended.
Best wishes and happy writing, friend.
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my con.. read more"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my connection. I know her more intimately than any lover. Is it surprsing then, that when the confusion of the world of mankind overwhelms me, I head back to her and ask her to help me sort things out? Her nurturing is within us, her indifference is ours, her miracles present in our own lives. I get lost in buildings and on streets... my feet were made for walking in forests and my eyes for looking at the sky. So to her I return, even if it maybe is cliche sometimes. I promise to branch out LOL.
I did play with the stanza a bit. See if you think it is better now? Appreciate muchly the review, my friend.
11 Years Ago
I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke.. read more
I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke out at me when I see them.
Wallace Stevens (yes, him again) has a great poem called "Yellow Afternoon." It's a fairly esoteric meditation on a farmer standing in his field, considering why he loves the land so much. I never really experienced fully until one day it made me think of you. Excerpt:
It was in the earth only / that he was at the bottom of things / and of himself. There he could say / Of this I am this is the patriarch, / this it is that answers when I ask....He said I had this that I could love, / as one loves visible and responsive peace, / as one loves one's own being, / as one loves that which is the end / and must be loved, as one loves that / of which one is a part as in a unity...everything comes to him / from the middle of his field. The odor / of earth penetrates more deeply than any word. / There he touches his being...
It goes on like that, but I've recited too much of it here already. But I see a little bit of you and your inspiration in that poem.
Somehow I always knew they were over home and Orions belt pointed the way. It is not going too far to say you have grouped these words in the same way the stars are seen from this perspective ,together.
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The beautiful 7 Sisters are my second favorite constellation; the first being the Southern Cross, wh.. read moreThe beautiful 7 Sisters are my second favorite constellation; the first being the Southern Cross, which I can also see from here but only on very clear nights towards dawn. And, if you get the reference, yes, she did help me "understand now why I came this way." Thanks for stopping by... I owe you some reviews, and have you marked. Been really busy the past week or so. I appreciate your words.
An absolutely exquisite love poem, Marie! The imagery is wonderful in its simplicity. I can feel your heart break and recombine with every moment you think on your love when he is not there. Wrapping yourself in the heavens and thinking only of the hunter that found you, but has yet to claim you.
Wonderful.
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I think that iat night n some places in the world, the veil between our "reality" and other realitie.. read moreI think that iat night n some places in the world, the veil between our "reality" and other realities thins so much we can experience some of the unknowable in small pieces... but we really only are allowed glimpses and fragments and sensations. Where I am is one such place, and this was borne of a small fragment that has been building for quite some time in intent and clarity. There is a reason the ancients looked first to the night sky for solace and warmth. She has ever been a source of wonder, recociliation, and connection for the separated. It is comforting to know that you can look at the sky 10 or 200 or 4000 miles away and know you both gaze upon the same patterns and light.
I thank you from the heart for reading what I know was a difficult piece for you. TQM.
Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America.
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