Oh, Finderman, hi.
I enjoyed the poems I read from you before so I thought I might stop by to see another, and this is what greeted me. A personal, sad exploration of a really tough moment. I think poetry is a natural instinct for these kinds of situations, because it can hold emotion and narrative in a small, intertwined space. It's almost easier to write than a journal entry and can contain much more emotional firepower.
I love the simple way this poem begins, because it feels so much like a fairy tale that I don't expect it to actually turn into a true story. Laying in a field of flowers seems ideal, but I don't expect it to be real, so when the poem continues and gets more and more grounded in actual events, I have an emotional shift, and that's a great response to have to a poem, at least for me. That's what I want -- I want to feel something.
That said, I think that the back half of this poem could use as much attention as the first half got. Toward the end it feels more like prose sentences just cut up into lines rather than ideas crafted into poetry. And because the event is so emotional, it won't take a lot of dressing up, but just some attention and poetic sensibility.
There was one moment were I was confused, and that was at this phrase:
as four years blossomed with white lilies
while we waited for February.
I like all the words, and I like all the images, but I never get to know what February holds, so I'm left wondering without a single clue. Was there a pre-set date to her death for some reason? Or waiting for results at that point? To see if she would be okay going forward? Some hint at this meaning would tie the poem tighter together, I think.
I hope some of these thoughts have been helpful to you. <3 If you have any questions, feel free to PM me or reply here. Thank you so much for sharing, and I look forward to seeing more from you.
Hannah
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