Critical Analysis #2 |
Voices in the Night |
R. Dean Junior Member
since 2002-07-26
Posts 37Illinois--USA |
They wake me sometimes. Names, nonentities come out of the corners like leftover pipe smoke, jerking at my slumber, scratching at the soft circles I drew around my head. Spirits, pardon me; I am a dense dreamer! Transfer of consciousness slows down when aging dashes on. Inner sound and psychic sense don't mingle very well. Yet they persist: their whispers inarticulate, seductive, for my mind, surreal— breaking up my memories in fragments, bringing recollection only in a later dream, then never with a reason why. And I may reason why, convoke these shades and cry to you that I, too, reach with hollow hands across the bridge of consciousness until I die, and travel on the edge of time. I think that they are teaching me— these voices. Systematically in silent, restless throbbing they prepare me, their strength gaining as mine wanes. I think they watch, like tower control upon the homing planes. I think they know to what stupendous realm I go. |
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Kirk T Walker Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 357Liberty, MO |
A second poem on death? The indented stanzas seem to be addressing the "voices" while the unindented seem to be addressed to the reader. I thought this created a nice effect. Overall, an interesting take. Disclaimer: The preceding statement is just my opinion. |
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R. Dean Junior Member
since 2002-07-26
Posts 37Illinois--USA |
yep, you got it....and never apologize for your opinion. That's what this board is for, right? Yours in peace, |
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