forever dream

by Daisuki

Published January 18, 2013

In Poetry

I'll give up one day - when my ribs need to breathe and my lungs are sick of it - under a tree, maybe, with dappled light being the Morse code I can't decipher. I bet sleeping would let me sink, sink and swim
down and
down
cuddling with the earthworms and nibbled by maggots. I will twirl moisture 'round my fingers like the long hair I never had, drawing tired hands through snake and mousey tunnels alike. The roots can have my heart, trickling red up their veins just as water flows down a stalactite; my blood will travel
up and
up
suspended by currents and chlorophyll. I'd wear whatever the weather fancied me to. And whether Death comes on a sweet breeze or untamed gale, in time I will swing to where I began. Sink and swim
down and
down
again.
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Hannah
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Hannah wrote a review Review · Jan 27, 2013

Are you aware this is absolutely gorgeous? Are you aware of the movement? Are you as amazed at I am that your phrasing here:

The roots can have my heart, trickling red up their veins just as water flows down a stalactite; my blood will travel
up and
up


actually causes my inner sight to act out the movement here

I will swing to where I began.


and is FAR, far more effective than the repeated refrain of up and down? Like that moment of swinging is so incredibly clear. You chose the perfect motion words and nouns to work the image around, and I applaud you and am so jealous you could find such gorgeousness. The Morse code comparison to light, too, is spot on, oh my gosh!

But you do have weak points, and I hate them that much more because the rest of the poem is gorgeous.

For example:

cuddling with the earthworms and nibbled by maggots


cuddling? nibbled? These are itty bitty cute words that are at odds with the creatures you describe and sabotage the honesty of your dream with their tricksiness. Give me the clammy earthworms and the jerks of the maggots instead, so I can continue to believe you with my full heart.

The last big stanza, too, is rather weak at this point:

(rain is the new sun, dear)


for mostly the same reason. It's tricksy and cheeky and there's enough of the cruel cheekiness of youth in the subject material that you don't need this sly aside. Get rid of it! Get rid of it completely, please.

Lastly, that last line is not needed. You have the title. We don't need bookends. We swing and we are brought down to the ground at the end, so there's no need for what maybe you thought was a gentler ending. We can exit on our own. Remove that line, too.

Thank you so much for this read. PM me if you have any questions or comments on the review, as I don't receive notifications for replies in this thread. Good luck and keep writing! Let me know if you have anything else you want eyes on. c:

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Ary
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Ary wrote a review Review · Jan 19, 2013

I'm not exactly the best reviewer but here goes. The first image that popped into my mind was a person that had died and that have been buried in the ground and how with the years its body kept going deeper and deeper into the earth becoming a part of it as it went. I don't see any grammatical errors... I think, I was so captivated by the poem that I didn't check. So what is it that I think? I absolutely love this poem. To me it has something different and new, simply extraordinary.

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rwgbookwriter
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rwgbookwriter wrote a review Review · Jan 19, 2013

it's






awesome

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rwgbookwriter wrote a review Review · Jan 19, 2013



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