Excelent use of contradictions, and the flow of the poem is also very well structured. Life is contradictions and a race...I suppose that would be the general point of this. Though I could interpret the race as meaning several different things, for instance it could mean life is competitive, or that its tiring, or that you'll proabably lose if your a big fat guy,...I like the little bit of ambiguity there. My only problem is the Muck-to-yuk rhyme, but thats merely a tone problem. It couldn't do as much damage if this were prose but because it is poetry the sudden use of slang kind of sticks out stylistically. Hope I was of service.
On the whole, a great write but the last line in the second verse felt like a forced rhyme and it interrupts the rhythm and flow, because it makes me stop reading, as i experience a double-take. That line just feels like it doesn't belong.
It's rare for me to do so, but I agree with Tyler, the promise of St I is not fulfilled in Sts II and III (though I do love the line "Scent of Flower masks the Muck"!!) Also "chefs" need no apostrophe. But please do not let this discourage you! I hear plainly some good-natured, tongue-in-cheek frustration at how difficult it can be to find what we seek in this life. You have the strokes, Lar, there's no doubt of that!
Aside: Are you a chef-in-training, or a trainer-of-chefs? If so, then love of cooking is one more thing you and I have in common!
Excelent use of contradictions, and the flow of the poem is also very well structured. Life is contradictions and a race...I suppose that would be the general point of this. Though I could interpret the race as meaning several different things, for instance it could mean life is competitive, or that its tiring, or that you'll proabably lose if your a big fat guy,...I like the little bit of ambiguity there. My only problem is the Muck-to-yuk rhyme, but thats merely a tone problem. It couldn't do as much damage if this were prose but because it is poetry the sudden use of slang kind of sticks out stylistically. Hope I was of service.
Some time ago, I decided to write a humorous short story to give my wife on our 25th anniversary. The words and illustrations seemed to flow from my memory and imagination, about those early days w.. more..