the way you wrote it means 'where she is going' 'where she is from' which isn't really a question... more like a statement.
I head (heard) her name many times before
But yet
I still don't know who she's is (she is)... the apostrophe 's' reads as "she is is"
That said....
I dare not ask
For I rather wonder
And sit here as I watch her
Unfold in front of me
Her smile says much
Her eyes tell her story
Yet her lips never moved!
I love these lines. the image of her "unfolding in front of you" very nice. Just so you know I only point out these grammar mishaps to help, but it doesn't take away from the poem, for me, at all. I often have reviews of people telling me how I misspelled this, that, or the other... and I'm grateful, so don't take it negatively I really enjoy your work!
I think....that instead of just being a mere observer to her troubles, maybe it would help her if the questions were voiced?
I liked some of the lines in here, and I really dug her unfolding in front of you...
You're reaching out now, and I like seeing this than the usual heartbroken stuff....thank you...
somehow your poem failed to grab me. It is like it lacks some element of surprise or maybe I should say anticipation. It is like somehow the reader expects that it's going nowhere. It is like u leave the reader with an unquenched thirst. You wanted to keep it mysterious I suppose, but u failed in creating that effect on the reader (IMHO).
u repeat more than once and in different way that she smiles yet she is unhappy, it is somehow superfluous to keep repeating and repeating.
"She sits there quietly and often smiles
She looks like she hurts inside"
"Why that sudden smile
Masked with so much pain"
The title caught because I love the song "She". And u have got some really good core material, but it needs to be elaborated into something more filled with some action. The tone in ur poem is too passive to impact the readers.
You closing line is the most powerful of the poem, match the rest up to it.
With the hope that what I said is of help, keep in mind that it is your poem and the changes are up to you.
It is as if you are reading this girls story through her expressions on her face. Curiousity and concern as you read her pain through her smile. Nice job.
This brought to mind a picture of a girl sitting on a park bench in her own world. I enjoyed the essence of intrigue you portrayed as the observer and mystery of still not quite knowing what her story is leaves the reader in a bit of suspense. My only critique is this...
Why if not this man
than who (should that be then who)
I dare not ask
For I rather wonder
And sit here as I watch her
Unfold in front of me
Her smile says much
Her eyes tell her story
Yet her lips never moved!
This is very nice indeed. You have a nice style in this piece. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Very interesting but do we every really know anyone else. We hardly even know are true self. After all we all wear so many different masks to hind ourselves for the things we hate,loathe and fear. How can really be sure who we are in the end of the day. As that famous quote "To thy own self be true".
I enjoyed the format and flow of this piece and like the subject matter as it caused me to stop and think about everything that is or was involved.
If there be grief, then let it be but rain,
And this but silver grief for grieving's sake,
If these green woods be dreaming here to wake
Within my heart, if I should rouse again.
But I shall sleep, .. more..