Hi Pompadour!
I really don't have much to say about the parts of this poem that I loved: the only thing that come to my head is that it's so good! But when I read it the first time and then few more times after that, I thought it could be better.
like only your space shuttles can.]
When I first read this bit I was so confused and froze and had to read the line again. It isn't what you're saying that's confusing me, it's the wording. 'only' seems so out of place but it's necessary; I get that. The phrase loses it's meaning without 'only' but with it seems clunky and awkward. I can't really think of a way to reword it so not very useful.
wearing your heart on your bell-bottoms isn't groovy anymore;
so toss it back.
At first, I didn't find this line very useful- it feels like a filler- but it could be! It seems so short- the image behind it is wonderful but it lasts only for a moment- a flash. Maybe that's what you were going for(?), but I think elaborating on it could do so much more. It some how left me so unsatisfied- give me more! Or just don't mention it all, I guess.
You've repeated the phrase "toss it back" throughout the poem- love it. But in the first stanza
toss the thought back
into the sea where it came from.
It seems so...normal. There isn't anything outrageous or surprising about the concept of tossing your dreams or anything into the sea. Maybe it's the word 'sea'. You could replace but I don't have any suggestions. Through the rest of your poem, the phrase has so much power and impact. Over here it's a half hearted blow and a bit of let down.
The more times I read the poem, the more I fell in love with the bit from 'lying to the embers...' till the end of the poem. It's beautiful and flows so well and it's the stuff that makes a great poem. Then there are the first two stanzas- the bits I mentioned- where I am jarred out of seeing what you're saying into trying to figure it out. It's like a car ride that's really bumpy in the beginning and even though the rest of the poem is smooth as the highway to heaven, I can't let go of the initial bumpiness. The beginning of the poem, like you wrote it, is meant to place me gently into the world you're creating. But I'm not immersed enough into that world when I reach the third stanza so the impact isn't as sharp as good as it could have been.
I love the last stanza-- it makes me think of how grounded we are in reality, all the time.
Also, I don't write that much. So feel free to consider this the ramblings of an idiot. xD
-Angel
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