Critical Analysis #1 |
Licked by the tongues of summer heat... |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Licked by the tongues of summer heat The day burns slowly into ashes As if a teardrop off the lashes A drop of ink falls on the sheet And I, as lonesome as that dot A single mark upon the page Sit locked inside an opened cage In endless space, can’t find my spot I search but do not see a reason Why in the emptiness of thought I cannot write a single word? Why being free I feel imprisoned ------------------ I fell in love and kept on falling |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
I think you've got something here but I've got a few suggestions: If you want to keep the rhyme scheme, keep the rhyme scheme but clean up the meter: A single mark upon the page Sit locked inside and open cage This works well; use this as a base for the rest of the poem. I'd drop the teardrop line and stay with summer heat and a perspiration drop; it gets away from the Romantic connotation of tears and makes the loneliness all the more starker I think. The drop on the page is a clear image; why not try to find your space inside that spot, like a place to meditate through or something like that. Punctuation would be helpful. I search but do not see a reason Why in the emptiness of thought I cannot write a single word? Seems self-explanatory to me; try to rework this. Actually, this may be a point of contention for some people; I believe that words come from a different part of the brain than instinct or even 'pure' emotion; thus, if you're not thinking, you can't write. Why being free I feel imprisoned Great idea here (I love this kind of stuff). Can you give us a more specific situation, some concrete images, and a way to feel this more than simply think it? What causes someone to feel this way? Good luck, Brad |
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