Critical Analysis #2 |
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jayjara Member
since 2007-05-02
Posts 90Florida |
It's the metronome of life that restricts me to clichés and forced rhymes, the constant ticker-tatter of keyboards and pitter-patter of money flow through these hands and feed that figure at the door, the silhouette of misery; heavy jacket, moist boots, a hat to fit his darker hairs and a tag to fit his youngest memory. He carries a gun, he's ready to blow loaded, cocked, but a lock on the trigger, a lock with no combination but consequences some sort of notion that leads me to motion ink on the page, stains this convivial fantasy; leaves my disposition bleak but with instruction to unlock my cliché; loaded, cocked, but a finger on the trigger. -J |
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oceanvu2 Senior Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 1066Santa Monica, California, USA |
Hi Jayjara! This gets off to a great start, then tumbles a wee bit. An edit follows. Feel free to ignore. It's the metronome of life that restricts me to clichés and forced rhymes, the constant ticker-tatter of keyboards and pitter-patter" (.) The execution of these lines is excellent. (And yet,)some sort of notion leads me to the page, (To spite) convivial fantasy. (It)leaves my disposition bleak (unable to)unlock (tick tock) cliché. A take on the poem might then read: It's the metronome of life that restricts me to clichés and forced rhymes, the constant ticker-tatter of keyboards and pitter-patter And yet, some sort of notion leads me to the page To spite convivial fantasy. It leaves my disposition bleak, unable to unlock, tick tock, cliché. Vagrants (?) and guns don't seem to have much to do with where you start out, but that's just me. Best, Jim |
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