Alone, but not lonely...

Hell fucking yes!

I made a poem out of my latest post.

A Moment in Eternity


Staring at the ceiling
Lying in his bed
A man
Wrinkled and old
Scarred by the past
Laughed at by tomorrow

Arisen
Awoken
Walking into the kitchen
Eating
Never really full
Never really satisfied
As so many times before
Just a little more, he thought
A little more and I shall be happy
But some never learn...

Looking out the window
Turning on the TV
Get calls from "friends"
Spitting their worthless morales
Onto him
Into him
Their well rehearsed VOMIT
"Hapiness and joy, no tomorrow"
No tomorrow

Looking in the mirror
Old and disgusting
Fragile and weak
Old

Looking back
A happy man
A carefree man
A man on the peak
A man on the moon
No way to go but down

Looking closer
No peaks to be seen
No happiness
No carefree times
Only dreams about them
HOPES
about them

At the end of the road
Awaiting
Hungering
Opened mouth
Burning eyes
Death awaits
Death destroys
Crescendo of pain
Climax of relief

Oh to be the sun!
Immortal!
Carefree!
Always peaking
No fear
No restraints
only life

But don't you know?
Asked the mayfly
Don't you know
Nothing escapes death
The sun shall die as well
The sun will cry
As well
It will remember

Oh, what hell we must live in then!
What torture we must endure!

The mayfly did not mind
It did not care
It flew gently from flower to flower
From plant to plant
And at last
Into the realms of death
Without regrets


Kommentarer
Postat av: Wave2

Maaaybe I should read all your posts before commenting the next time. :P

2010-06-30 @ 15:01:37
Postat av: SomEnVåg

I don't sugarcoat. If I coat, I coat with a fine substance chemically undetectable, that while tasting just as good as sugar won't stand out to be identifiable by either your taste buds nor by the effect it has on your body, nor by the smell or by any other method. Luckily, I don't coat ;)



First thing's first, the title. While it does tie in to the poem later and has meaning, it feels kind of cheesy, it's my old complaint that I think you know well; it sounds "högtravande", to me at least. Not that it is for me to say, but I would've suggested maybe using what is more specific for this poem to flavor it further instead, playing on the special elements you introduced that sets this work apart from others instead of a title that kind of sounds like it's taken from a cpu-game. Here, I would believe it to be the mayfly, and the unique position of having the sun holding regrets. I dunno, play around with it if you feel like. "The Voice of the Mayfly"? Having "of the" in a title also feels pretty tired, I don't know shit though, so what I have to say probably has little value. "Sunlight Reverie"? (Reverie=daydream, it's my new favourite word ^^). Maaan I am pretty cheesy though too am I not? Of course those were randomly thrown out and not to be taken too seriously. :P



Okay, done with the title. Let's see here. I guess my complaints are that it doesn't really feel like the thing flows very well. Or so to say, the structure doesn't really feel "comfortable" so to say, except for maybe with the four "looking" and the three final paragraphs. Sure, it has a red thread in the narrative, but each paragraph in itself feels as though it has no connection to the next one in large except for by the read thread of the narrative. While I like the short statement sentences thing, the flow inside each paragraph has the same problem. The fact that your verse is "untamed" (each line differs in length and is often quite independent of the last one regarding what it states) is an intended thing, and with that it is as it should be. It feels like what you've got here is just... how to put this... "awkward". Or "clumsy", so to say. I hope you take no offence, because I mean none, but the feeling I get is that of a shipbuilder building a ship which is kind of square and bulgy, heavy and floats deep in the water when the ship could've been a smooth, streamlined little sloop that with elegance sails lightly on the water. Man I suck at similes, but that kind of feels like the core of my critique. I kind of feel like it could be more elegant... but as I've said my experience with poetry is limited so maybe I should shut my mouth, or my... virtual pen.



So to summarize above paragraph, critique:

Uncomfortable flow, kind of clumsy

Liked the style in general and definitely has potential...

Well, I'm probably putting too much mathematics in poetry, seeing as I've read almost no poetry I have no idea of how things can be or what would be considered good "poetically".



There are light points as well of course, as I've told you I liked the part from the sun and forth. Little things like repeating "no tomorrow", or the double entendre of being laughed at by tomorrow (laughed at by tomorrow as in time, or by tomorrow as in "tomorrow laughs at you") are things one can appreciate, another example strikes below:



Not sure if this is intentional, but I kind of like the way you define down as into the earth. Think of it this way: technically on the moon down would be into the core of the moon, but by defining down as to earth (on the moon, nowhere to go but down) you are doing lots of interesting things. You connect the two different types of "on earth": to be down on earth can be seen as close to reality, at the same time you put it as being low, emotionally. To be far away from the earth, on the moon, is then to be far away from reality, but in happee happee clouds? Pretty niceish. As I said dunno if it was intended but it struck me...



Well those are my 2/10 of a cent.. summary of them:

Uncomfortable flow, kind of clumsy, liked the choice of style, a few cool details and the last four paragraphs in general. To me it almost feels like if you just take those four they are complete enough in themselves. Maybe with a single paragraph - something like the first one - in front of them as introduction to the entire subject all would feel more slick and digestible. Mmm, digestible mainstream stuffz ^^.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WxrLYzUnco

The song I was listening to while writing this entire thing, enjoy mainstream pop stuff, ignore the video (I listened to it in the background ^^)



Oh well, cya around broham, and best luck to you young poet, the world needs your pen and your sharp mind to shed some light!

2010-06-30 @ 16:58:58

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