Critical Analysis #2 |
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grassy ninja Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 41Kentucky |
her fingers will be long and red like sticks of dynamite, sizzling white glitter at the ends. she will tap me on my wooden shoulder, i will look over at her when she explodes and evaporates. and i hope this time the ash will stick to me longer, and that the singed flesh where last i felt her touch will take longer to heal. i have a blind heart and she has callouses i touched for years and read like braille, but she will flash and die again. i will try to understand her stains, wedges and arcs of blood and lip gloss. i will rub my oaken limbs across the asphault where she stood, i cannot read her words anymore. i haven't posted on here in months and i feel very nervous about responding to anyone's poems. i guess i need a while to get back into it. i was anxious to post this poem, and i totally understand if it is ignored. i will try to find time to read more, and work up the courage to reply. "Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string" -Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Some great diction here... superb images. Well written. Excellent! Grover. |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
I found the way you cut your lines interesting. The pronoun "she" hanging on the preceding line as in: (like sticks of dynamite, sizzling white glitter at the ends. she will tap me on my wooden shoulder,...) When read, it creates an effect of suspense that wouldn't be found if it were arranged as: like sticks of dynamite, sizzling white glitter at the ends. she will tap me on my wooden shoulder |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Very intense images here. I liked the descriptions. Made it come alive. |
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Ryan Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 297Kansas |
her fingers will be long and red like sticks of dynamite, sizzling --I really like this image, makes for a solid beginning. I agree with J. Samm about the line break on the next line. Very effective. white glitter at the ends. she will tap me on my wooden shoulder, i will look over at her when she explodes and evaporates. and i hope this time the ash will stick to me longer, and that the singed flesh where last i felt her touch will take longer to heal. i --These last two lines struck me as the weakest ones in the whole poem. I think the images in those 2 lines are much more ordinary than in the rest of the poem. Also, I don't think the subject/verb inversion of "where last i felt" adds anything useful. have a blind heart and she has callouses i touched for years and read like braille, but she will flash and die again. i will try to understand her stains, wedges and arcs of blood --I think there should be a comma after wedges. and lip gloss. i will rub my oaken limbs across the asphault where she stood, i cannot read her words anymore. --I like the rest of the poem. Maybe, try some different choices for the last word. "Anymore" seems to fit a little rough with the flow of the last few lines. But also, I may be reading it wrong. It is after all coming up on 3am and I've been up too long I think. That is all I have for right now. I hope the things I've said helped a little. I did enjoy the poem, thanks for posting it. Ryan in heaven, |
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hush Senior Member
since 2001-05-27
Posts 1653Ohio, USA |
I really like this. 'singed flesh where last i felt her touch will take longer to heal. i have a blind heart and she has callouses i touched for years and read like braille,' Here I'm confused (but I disagree that the bit about taking longer to heal is weak. I actually like it.) You are speaking of yourself being hurt, and then of her calluses? It just seems a little abrupt to me... almost that it would make more sense if you read your own scars like braile. Also, 'asphault' should be 'asphalt.' Hope I've helped. |
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