Hey, Jadefox. I saw your comment in the Poetry club, so I figured I'd stop by.
I really like that even though the rhyme scheme is really strong and prominent, it never feels forced. I love the strong words you choose, too, like "unbound" the combination of "veins" with "insane", and the phrase "mystic slope". Awesome choices.
I think one thing holding this piece back, though, is the places it falters in meter. For most of the poem, it's strong and obvious like the rhyme: ba DUM ba DUM ba DUM ba DUM. It's like a march. It keeps us taking one step forward. But when you mess that meter up and stick a few extra syllables in there, we lose the beat and the strength of your poem.
we SEARCH the GROUND
for DEAD unBOUND but
NOthing reSOUNDS; aMONG STONES FOUND.
we TRACE the VEINS
on ARMS inSANE; next
FINDing BRAINS, FEELing BREATH
beTWEEN the LUNGS of the SHIBboLETH.
We HEAR the HEARTS
beFORE they DART aWAY
TAking aPART LASTing HOPE
SCATtered aLONG the MYStic SLOPE.
I want to say that not all the breaks in rhythm are bad. For example, the way you change the rhyme in the line "finding brains, feeling breath" -- it sticks with the meter and so the reader has something to stick to while you gently switch gears with us. It's a lovely dance. Like we've been marching and we do a quick hop-step or something. It's delicate and well-timed variety. Places like "Nothing resounds", however, don't seem to have that same purpose. I know that when I wrote rhyming poetry I'd try to stick a bunch of extra syllables in thinking I knew how it was supposed to read and people could figure it out to make it sound right, BUT! You kind of want your meter to be easy to follow. You have to think about it as a poet, but that's not what your reader is supposed to think about -- "Oh my, how do I follow this meter?!" -- because you want them to think about your words.
As for your words, I like the ambiguity. I feel like for me there are two ways this story could go. One is that they are searching among the dead on the slope. The other that they were searching for the dead, but since they found none, they created some in themselves and heard their own hearts dart away. I think perhaps a moment or two of concrete imagery would definitely benefit this poem, to give us a visual anchor of clarity, but it's still strong with the words you've chosen, especially the mysterious "shibboleth" which most people don't know the definition to off hand.
Let me know if you have any questions or comments by replying to this review or sending over a PM!
Good luck and keep writing~
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