Why a word? This is no particular thing.
It can't be defined in an objective way.
The unstated dangles by half-open mouths,
a yawn like a cat stretching blithely at noon
as silence leans back on an unbalanced stool --
let it fall. The moment suggests it should be so.
If I see that your eyes project pictures behind
the irises, protean circles and spires
of curious leadings in lines of blank swaths
of colour, then I should say nothing.
But I
now find my lips quaver with verbiage amiss
and I fail to a sentence, or rather, this kiss.













Comments
It's so poignant and profound. My words about this piece would be like soap bubbles that don't quite turn out and pop before reaching air. It speaks for itself.
I mean, I'd like to hear something about it, still, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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love and kisses, baby
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coffeehouse is selling out!
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love and kisses, baby
The only thing i struggle with is the line:
The moment suggests it should be so.
I don't have a specific reason why, it just feels odd to me, It breaks rhythm somewhat and doesn't seem to add anything to the poem, does that make sense?
I do LOVE this piece, though.
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coffeehouse is selling out!
Originally the "so" wasn't on the end of that line, but I added it a few months later, I think to set off the line a bit more? My intent there was to say that sometimes the feeling of a given situation lends itself to certain things happening for no particular reason. I guess it's one of those sorts of things that's difficult to explain to begin with, never mind condense into a neat package to put into poetry, but there it is.
And you get major bonus points for correctly pronouncing "leading".
Where in Britain are you from? My knowledge of non-American accents is still a little shaky.
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love and kisses, baby
Great reading!
I do sense (from the reading) that you're not entirely happy with the line i pointed out. You take a much longer pause at the end of that line in comparison to the the other completed sentences and i am wondering if it would be better as a line on its own.
You should grab a mic and come to * Coffeehouse's openmic sessions
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coffeehouse is selling out!
And I can't help but think I've gotten all hyper-conscious about that line now, but if I break it, then I wind up breaking my meter that I've already been breaking all over the place as is... I don't know. I'll have to think about this.
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love and kisses, baby
Usually if I really like the poem I will read it out loud myself. This always breathes life and light into the very corners of a poem. I prefer anothers to the sound of my own voice, especially a self-reflexive piece about words and their value.
I love last lines, I am constantly struggling for one which will loop back and tie together all my ideas as this does. This may be your Phyyric victory, within the context of the poem, however, the failure to a sentence has given us a precious gift.
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"…No, you’re drinking’s not up to journalism and neither, probably, is your writing. Stick to criticism mate, you don’t have to be able to drink or write."
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