I only wish you would title your work, too! This latest one, I feel that had I known the title, some otherpiece of the puzzle might have slotted in place in my head. I am, at present, conjuring up fantastical images from these lines:
one for each ripening silhouet,
Um, is silhouette meant to be spelt that way? (It's NaPo, so I understand entirely). I love this weird image of a 'ripening silhouette,' of all things. It makes me want to eat it.
And the earth has scalped the sun
and eaten its head and hung
the shining scalp on its black belt.
This is good, good. 'scalped the sun' - how do you come UP with something that amazing, anyway? I can almost feel it - the aftertaste of whatever image it is - lying on my tongue. 'Eaten its head' is likewise begging me to move my teeth over it.
(From juice we come to blood.)
I did not understand this - at first read. I might hazard a guess, actually. Kind of like this really intelligent metaphor that the earth is sucking the 'juice' (or energy, in science terms) out of the sun, and in doing so has 'murdered' it for the night ('hung the shining scalp on its black belt'), resulting in 'blood' (or, more appropriately, the sunset)?
Wow, that is brilliant.
I love the way you force me to stop and really think about what your poems mean. But I reckon that last line, the one in brackets, might be better off as the title, since it helps unlock the meaning so much, while still remaining...subtle, I guess. Or, whatever you do, take the brackets off - I love that line.
Number 13
I love the tongue-in-cheek sarcasm throughout this -
I have seen flawless marriages.
My own parents had such,
before they finished up
the paperwork of the divorce
That was FUNNY. At first, when I read it, I thought: 'Hmmm...I didn't know there was such a thing as a 'flawless marriage'' - that line had all the more impact because it was first, and all by itself. 'Surely, there must be a catch.' And, yeah, catch there was - 'before they finished up/ the paperwork of the divorce' - ha! Clever cookie.
Because
they were at odds. Always.
Somehow, I felt this wasn't needed - it was a little too...serious, I guess, from the laughter you've started us on in the former part, and I thought the next bit functions fine without it.
at a degree
of Kelvin with more zeroes
hanging off the end than I
could have counted in a lifetime.
Okay, so i may not have liked 'He was absolute zero' - but this above one I ADORED - 'more zeroes hanging off the end than I could have counted in a lifetime.' The hot-cold thing was too bland for my liking, so this bit of humour (wit, I think, is a better word) helped make it more fun.
I was not fond of the next bit - 'Touch either...' - but I love the simple image and idea behind it - how if it's too hot or too cold, we actually can't feel it. I reckon you just need to wave that magic wand of yours and switch the words around a tad .
The ending there was quirky - and a tad, well, expected, I suppose. I liked how you said:
Me, I like
lukewarm
but then I am dilute.
But again, I think some shuffling is in order for this to finish off with a bit more of a bang - or a laugh, as the case may be. 'Dilute' - this is about the only thing that can describe my reaction :
I hope you don't mind me going through your poems like this - I mean, it's NaPo, after all, and we're not going to produce a masterpiece everyday; but I really love the thinking that goes on behind your poems, and this is fun for me, too. And your poems - well, what can I say - they're near-perfect, anyway.
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