Act II, Scene I: Enter Character

by Nameless_And_Shamed

Published October 17, 2005

In a world where these word
Are just sounds
Like a desperate plea
From a woman
Who had just lost her dignity.
Who are they to judge?
They rip the rug
Right from under
A woman’s true being.
True calling.
This forces a woman
To feel desperate.
Because we keep
Want to hold on
To truth.

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Areida
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Areida wrote a review Review · Oct 20, 2005

I have to agree. It seemed like you had a good idea hiding somewhere under all the vagueness, but I couldn't find it. I have no idea what this poem is supposed to be about, but judging from some of your images, I think you have the potential to really fix this up.

~Areida

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Cicero
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Cicero wrote a review Review · Oct 20, 2005

In a world where these word

Add an 's' to word.

Are just sounds
Like a desperate plea
From a woman
Who had just lost her dignity.

These words are sounds? Could I get a little more description please?

Who are they to judge?
They rip the rug
Right from under
A woman’s true being.
True calling.

And these are...?

This forces a woman
To feel desperate.
Because we keep
Want to hold on
To truth.

What forces a woman to feel desperate? You tell too much when you should show. This poem is simply too skeletal to make much sense.
The last three lines don't make sense. Is it: "Because we keep/ the want to hold onto/truth"?
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Seriously, show don't tell. I had no way to identify with this poem because you were telling me what to think. This requires no thought or imagination and that makes it boring. A complete overhaul is necessary.

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Twinkling Starz
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Twinkling Starz commented Comment · Oct 17, 2005

Wow, this is great. I really like it. Good work!

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lozareth
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lozareth commented Comment · Oct 17, 2005

Wow, that was brilliant. You seem to portray a women almost perfectly to my perspective (can you read minds??).


Navaer

~Lozareth~



I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.
— Leo Tolstoy