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Wind Daria
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since 2000-02-17
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0 posted 2000-02-17 01:04 AM


                   ~Bumpy Ride~
Walking on a thinning rope..I..
Feel fine.. one minute then i'm lost
Above the fire and the smoke
Can't see where I dropped my courage at all
Seeking redemption.. a savior to have mercy
With willingness.. I'm struggling.. to hold onto my heart
Before it burns to ashe

Tracing outside the lines..my..
Eyes search frantically for truth
Images ingrained in dust
Come forth in life.. when I'm with you
Some kind of kindess... rekindless all that's sacred
Pouring out my pride.. unabashed by ... what's inside
To make me regret

Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. restlessness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child..  grab tight.. it’s a bumpy ride..

Once found a true pearl..encased
In what... bemuses young love
Rushing to save her soul
Latching onto hope for fear she would give up
Fighting the anguish... the thickness cleared
There was freedom.. devotion.. won against time
Before death caught her

Now I'm flinging ..my..
Arms to see what I will draw and..
Luck of the ages I wait
For some solid way... to stand
Seeing through hollow doors... it's now.. that I can see
Harboring angels... I know.. follow my dance..
As I walk everyday


Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. resentfulness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child.. grab tight.. let's ride..

It’s this tattered and torn.. previously born… life that I carry
Everyday I breath it’s essence is accounted for
Waiting in some sort of line.. a cosmic whirpool
Chaotic and unforseen
Dripping wet.. hanging dry.. all that I’ve achieved
But no one can see.. ten thousand years of defeat.. till we repeat.. oh.. till we repeat..

Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. resentfulness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child.. grab tight.. it’s a bumpy ride..

Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. hoplessness is washing over me
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I can be
Never to faulter.. stand tall young child.. grab tight.. enjoy the ride..

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rich-pa
Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 317
New Orleans, Louisiana
1 posted 2000-02-18 02:58 PM


i have to sya that you are a very fine poet, this poem painted excellent images, and i enjoyed it alot.  a few of the verses seemed a little forced but that's what you get with free verse.  oh and what about the choruses?  i think two at the end aren't necessary and if you're gonna have you should break every stanze...hey i don't know, i just know i liked it and welcome to passions

rich-pa

rich-pa
Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 317
New Orleans, Louisiana
2 posted 2000-02-18 02:59 PM


oh c$%^, my bad, the last stanza was different, i like it much better now   =)
Trevor
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since 1999-08-12
Posts 700
Canada
3 posted 2000-02-18 03:00 PM


Hello and welcome to Critical Analysis. I'd like to take this opportunity to explain a bit about C.A. The goal of most members is the improvement of their writing through poetry and the discussion of poetry (not only their work but also the work of others). It's important to remember that the critiques provided by most are only opinions of poetry and not based upon who that person is. With that said I'll begin my critique...

"Walking on a thinning rope..I..
Feel fine.. one minute then i'm lost
Above the fire and the smoke
Can't see where I dropped my courage at all
Seeking redemption.. a savior to have mercy
With willingness.. I'm struggling.. to hold onto my heart
Before it burns to ashe"

I like the use of "..." in the first two lines, it gave the reader a sense of uncertainty but after that it just seemed to be a distraction. Consider adding commas and/or line breaks instead. Also consider chopping off "at all" on the end of line 4.

"Tracing outside the lines..my..
Eyes search frantically for truth
Images ingrained in dust
Come forth in life.. when I'm with you
Some kind of kindess... rekindless all that's sacred
Pouring out my pride.. unabashed by ... what's inside
To make me regret"

Once again the "..." became distracting. You give a lot of words but very little descriptions in this stanza. For example, "Tracing outside the lines", what are the lines? "Search....frantically for truth", what truth are you searching for? "Images ingrained in dust", what images? Also in the previous stanza you talk of losing your courage now all of a sudden in this stanza you say that "pouring out my pride...unabashed...by what's inside". I found this stanza didn't really tell me anything and didn't paint any images either.

"Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. restlessness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child..  grab tight.. it’s a bumpy ride.."

The first two and a half lines are kind of "hokey" in my opinion. Once again I didn't find this stanza really told me anything or showed me anything.


"Once found a true pearl..encased
In what... bemuses young love
Rushing to save her soul
Latching onto hope for fear she would give up
Fighting the anguish... the thickness cleared
There was freedom.. devotion.. won against time
Before death caught her"

The pearl thing is pretty cliched, consider changing it. I still don't really have a good idea what you are trying to say here. i understand the story line but not your descriptions.

"Now I'm flinging ..my..
Arms to see what I will draw and..
Luck of the ages I wait
For some solid way... to stand
Seeing through hollow doors... it's now.. that I can see
Harboring angels... I know.. follow my dance..
As I walk everyday"

Again, I really can't find any solid meaning to this stanza. It seems to jump all over the place.


"Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. resentfulness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child.. grab tight.. let's ride.."

I didn't find the repetition of this stanza worked for this poem. Consider leaving it out or rewriting it.

"It’s this tattered and torn.. previously born… life that I carry
Everyday I breath it’s essence is accounted for
Waiting in some sort of line.. a cosmic whirpool
Chaotic and unforseen
Dripping wet.. hanging dry.. all that I’ve achieved
But no one can see.. ten thousand years of defeat.. till we repeat.. oh.. till we repeat.."

Interesting take on reincarnation. Still the wording and gramatics seemed to maybe need a little tightening.

"Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. resentfulness is overwhelming
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I need
Never to faulter.. rise up young child.. grab tight.. it’s a bumpy ride.."

This stanza again seemed unnecessary.


"Hold me into the sunlight
Let pureness wash over me
Darkened circles of anger.. hoplessness is washing over me
Make me believe it.. what I am.. is all that I can be
Never to faulter.. stand tall young child.. grab tight.. enjoy the ride.."

And I guess you can figure out what I'd say about this stanza as well
I'm getting the impression that this poem is meant to be a song. What often works as a song doesn't always seem to work as poetry. It's important that you try to make each and every word count in a poem because there is no music nor voice to help back up the expression of thoughts and ideas. I can't say I really enjoyed this poem but that's just my little'ol opinion so please don't be discouraged from posting more of your work. This place is all about growth as a writer and from my personal experience it has helped my emmensely. Thanks for sharing this and I look forward to reading some more of your work in the future. Take care,
Trevor

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