Dead Alive

by Sumi H. Inkblot

Published June 23, 2007

In Poetry

The chains of paper spoke,
Voice hollow and without lively echo
“What am I?” it asked, with joyless lips
“What am I?” it asked with eyes of paper void,
“What am I?” it asked, scratched skeleton trembling.



“You started as a little light,
A candle in the corner of my mind
A spark of thought, a shadow of an idea,
Sometimes blazing in glory
Sometimes weakening in glow
But always there.

Now you are what I have made you
The dead frame of my story
Without the spirit of soul in your ink
Without the truthful testimony in your words
Broken and maimed by unfinished battles with passion
Burned by candles unseen by either of us,
Bleeding from swords not wielded by flesh.”

The paper watched his creator,
Ever-drinking in with dull, dank eyes

“What shall I do?” at last the lifeless parchment asked,
“Can I become your story, be alive?”

“I am weary;
Let me rest.
Go into the world and find someone else
To finish the frame of a fable.

Find a tailor of words
A quilter of detail
A gatherer of knowledge

Ask them to finish your sorry bones
Let them put the rainbow colors into eternal memory
Let them build a city on your life

Let them complete
What I could never


finish.”

___________
This is an extremely rough first-rough-draft on a poetry idea.....I have to do a lot of work to make this baby shine. :|


In an attempt to break through Writer's Block on Kis, GP AND Bubble.

I'm so tired I could fall over onto keyboardiuoeriuewojfsdnhfoijesojfskdfksd

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Riedawriter23
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Riedawriter23 wrote a review Review · Jul 24, 2007

I did like this poem though I have to agree with the previous comments that the repetition knocked it down a notch.

The paper watched his creator,
Ever-drinking in with dull, dank eyes

“What shall I do?” at last the lifeless parchment asked,
“Can I become your story, be alive?”

“I am weary;
Let me rest.
Go into the world and find someone else
To finish the frame of a fable.

**My favorite bit out of it all. I thought it had really great description and I could imagine it happening. Good job on this.

Keep it up!
~Rieda

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Sumi H. Inkblot
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Sumi H. Inkblot commented Comment · Jun 23, 2007

Ah, well, I wrote this first draft I wrote when I was half-asleep....I'll re-write it soon and put up the second draft :)

Oh, darn! The first stanza is my favorite! (Mostly because of the "scratched skeleton" line)

Thank you both, for the critiques ^^

This will be a looooong poem.......

~Sumi :)

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Emerson
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Emerson wrote a review Review · Jun 23, 2007

Like Nic said, the repetition kind of shot and killed that stanza.

I've always enjoyed poems that tell stories, but they have to be done in a certain manner for me to enjoy them. I wrote a poem, Sade's Folly, which was a story poem and I enjoyed the heck out of it. It was a mix of actions, feelings, and dialog. This is mostly dialog. And it doesn't go together, there is no rhyme or rhythm, so the lines feel clunky. Reading it, the words went in one ear and out the other [figuratively] so I never really caught on altogether, just in a light manner. I knew what the poem was about.

It was a neat concept, but it just didn't come together in the right way for me to like it. Maybe if you rewrite it, made it less dialog, and gave it emotions. This has no emotions in it. Not everything needs emotion, but emotions are permanently a part of us, shouldn't poetry be that way too? This was just a story, feelingless, in verse form. It was unique, but flat.

I hope what comments I did give to fix it will, in the end, help you to fix it. Best of luck.

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Enigma
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Enigma wrote a review Review · Jun 23, 2007

Heya, Ink. :D

This was good, but I wasn't too fond of your first stanza:

The chains of paper spoke,
Voice hollow and without lively echo
“What am I?” it asked, with joyless lips
“What am I?” it asked with eyes of paper void,
“What am I?” it asked, scratched skeleton trembling.
Lol That could have been just me and my stupidity, but I don't get it and I wasn't really feeling the "What am I?" repetition. :wink:

Also, I'm thinking that you're missing a few commas, or maybe periods, after some of your lines. Or, I could have just been reading it wrong. :? Ah well. Those were the only two things I found in here that need work. Nice poem, overall.

It was great! :D

-Nic



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