I love when you partake in the poeting, Scar. <3
Let's begin. First off - I want to sort of point out my thoughts as I was reading, because throughout I kept thinking, this poem is you. In the sense, that I could've randomly clicked on it/not looked at who submitted it, and still there's something about the formation of your lines that made me think 'this reminds me of something I've read from Scar'. I think that's really neat, and I'm sure I've commented on your voice before <3 Such luff.
Now, that said, I do agree with the other reviewers - in poetry, you want to make sure not to tell the reader anything that they don't already know. A folktale can do that - they often have these moralesque tales that are painted out to the reader/listener - and if you notice the tones of folktales: there's almost always distant (rather than a: Let me tell you-- , they're usually third person), and they're almost always metaphorical, hare/tortoise or foxes, these animals represent human nature, etc. but all of them present the experience. There are scenes. There's a story.
Poetry deviates from a folktale/moral-essay/prose in two ways.
1) form. You have few words you're working with, and it must engage/entertain/shock/reveal a truth, etc. all of this is going to take some amount of words, so don't waste them. Let your readers fill in the gaps of morals.
That fifth stanza and sixth stanza? That whole idea has already been expressed in your first 2 lines, and in a much less direct, much more concise fashion. Don't waste words.
and 2) language. You notice written communication is always split between either prose and poetry. And what separates the two is language. Prose is clear-cut and simple. It's about communicating the idea/cause/effect, it's about the way we speak and think.
"She is a fat lady. She has a pretty voice. She sings and her body quakes."
Poetry is all about language, it's about the love of language, it's about re-inventing language and re-inventing words and associations. It doesn't /have/ to be about ideas or stories or emotions, even though all of those things may come across in a poem. Compare the above 3 sentences to the following 3 lines:
"She sings to let the boulders out
and free, they ravish great feasts of earth.
Her gelatin build trembles still."
Now, you may see a narrative here, you may even see a colloquialism (it ain't over til the fat lady sings) You may even see emotion here (though I doubt it cause this is ick). But all I'm doing -- all it boils down to is that specificity and playing with language/ creating metaphors from unlike things (What is something big/fat and has nothing to do with singing or obesity? uhh boulders. [too much indiana jones, sorry] Okay! I'll roll with it)
He was like those twisted little creatures,
those beasts who crawl through the shadows,
thick with cloying dust.
Here is where you begin to play. And I wanted to see more of this. The twisted little creatures, I can't help but think of bugs/roaches/rats - just despicable things we kind of disgust at, the cloying dust, I just thought of that dirty, of shame, of sin. There's so much here, darkness/shame/sin - on top of the imagery that's on the surface. The sounds/rhythm are even lovely when read aloud. And that's the fun of poetry. Give me more of this.
Anyway, I hope this review helps in some way. You said it's been a while, so I totes understand trying to get in the swing of things. You always know I'm always up to reading your work.
~ as always, Audy
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