We draw thick outlines, This line is not strong enough to be an opening one. And who is "we"? Maybe plain "drawing" would do the job – though you still have to think something that really catches the reader's eye.
try to make the colours suit. I'd replace the "suit" with "match", it just fits better.
Base them on our sisters,
mothers, future daughters. I like these two lines, they flow well and the idea is somewhat unique.
Cut out the crayon mouths, Huh?
create the hands that hold
the Ring Of Roses fast.The word order in these two lines is, to be honest, strange. I don't really get the "Ring Of Roses" metaphor, has it something to do with popular culture? And how can hands hold something fast?
In future years,
you'll say you used to know a girl, Too wordy. It's quite interesting to see how little words you'll need to say the same thing. How about "In the future you will tell/You once knew a girl" or something like that? I also don't understand how this connects with the poem itself, this is all still too vague for me...
who pressed her hand More emotion, please!
into the small of your back. I'm not familiar with this expression "the small of...", what does it mean?
For now, we cut out people, I don't believe you need the second comma
without meanings. Think about this! This is perhaps the most important part of this stanza, but worded like this, it just dies away. You need to delve into this, I want to feel something already! "Cutting out people without meanings" is something very beautiful, but it goes unnoticed when you've built it like this.
It is a struggle, What else? "Struggle" is way too vague, I'm sure there's something more to it. Show it to us.
just to make them talk. To make who talk?
Somewhere you are feeling too, Vague again. You probably mean "somewhere inside you", but this only makes me think of "Oh, he/she doesn't feel anything here, let's take him/her to Manchester (any random place), maybe he/she'll feel there".
sat in a classroom, making paper promises, "Sitting", maybe? I like the paper promises, it's unique.
trying to make the outlines neat. This is also pretty simple, yet good.
We never seem to make the fingers touch, Paperdoll fingers? Explain a little
and hang them on the classroom wall for What them? The fingers? Explain again
all to see, This apparently has something more to it than what it looks like, seeing as it has been given its own line? Is it so?
or just our mothers at this point. Awkward. I don't like the "at this point", maybe "for now"? Or is it off your idea?
Hearts, I'm not too sure about this pause here. Maybe, maybe not.
good and bad intentions, "Good", "bad", plain words. They don't give us anything.
shining from our sleeves.Shining – interesting choice of words. What's with the sleeves?
We draw thick outlines,
try to make the colours suit.
Cut out the crayon mouths,
create the hands that hold
the Ring Of Roses fast.
In future years,
who pressed her hand
into the small of your back.
For now, we cut out people,
without meanings.
It is a struggle,
just to make them talk.
Somewhere you are feeling too,
trying to make the outlines neat.
and hang them on the classroom wall for
all to see,
or just our mothers at this point.
Hearts,
good and bad intentions,
shining from our sleeves.
CastlesInTheSky wrote:
We draw thick outlines,
try to make the colours suit.
Base them on our sisters,
mothers, future daughters.
Cut out the crayon mouths,
create the hands that hold
the Ring Of Roses fast.
In future years,
you'll say you used to know a girl,
who pressed her hand
into the small of your back.
For now, we cut out people,
without meanings.
It is a struggle,
just to make them talk.
Somewhere you are feeling too,
sat in a classroom, making paper promises,
trying to make the outlines neat.
We never seem to make the fingers touch,
and hang them on the classroom wall for
all to see,
or just our mothers at this point.
Hearts,
good and bad intentions,
shining from our sleeves.
(Another WOWing poem by you! This has a beautiful innocence to it. I love how you never err in your poems; if you start in second person narrative you finish that way-- something that I haven't quite mastered yet. Whenever I come to review you work, all I have for it are words of praise because it deserves nothing else. This is just simply the work of a brilliant poet. Keep writing! This is a gifted talent you simply cannot abandon!)