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Two Po-ems

You can ignore the dashes, they are not part of the poem, just my way of doing the spacing because YWS doesn't seem to recognise multiple spaces or indents.


Through Walls, a Hall, and Doors
-----fervent whispers; muffled talking
little noises, rising, falling
-----gushing growing, disappearing
odd deep utterances.
-----Was that a word?
A strange other language, on the edge of understanding.
-----Up down, deep-high-low
Crying or laughing? Who is to say.
-----Sit. Hear. Muffled talking.




My words
Where have my words gone?
-----Down the drain?
Via bird-wing far away?
-----How can I write? I don’t know what to say!
My words, have gone.
-----Where to is the mystery of to day
(& tomorrow, which is not okay)
-----I blame Donald Trump.







----------(oh look, I found them)
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Liminality
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Hello there MythMaster! Lim here with a review.

Through Walls, a Hall, and Doors

This poem paints an impression of what it’s like to listen to people talking somewhere else in the building. There are some significant sound devices here, so it comes across as a concrete representation of the sounds that are its subject. The speaker seems to approach the sounds with a kind of muted curiosity - they ask questions about what language is being spoken, what emotions are expressed, but seem to let it go with the phrase “who is to say”.

Something I like about this poem is how you used both rhyme and repetition to evoke what the sound is like. You’ve rhymed talking/falling/disappearing, and also put together parallelisms - such as “rising” and “falling” and “growing” with “disappearing” – two sets of contrasting words with a similar -ing form. That helps with the rhythm of the poem as a whole and also conveys the rhythmic nature of people having a conversation you can’t quite hear.

Something that could take the poem further is having a think about how you want to portray the subject. At the moment, I’m not sure how the speaker feels about the sounds. Positively? Negatively? A bit of both? It could make the poem more vivid if you gave a sense of the speaker’s attitude towards the talking.

P.S. I like how you ended the poem with 3 ‘phrases’ - “Sit. Hear. Muffled talking.” - that has a nice staccato rhythm in itself.

My words

This poem seems to be about the feeling of speechlessness, or perhaps writer’s block. I think it has a humorous tone, even in the beginning with the suggestion that the words have flown away via “bird’s wing”, which is a whimsical image. The second half of the poem is harder for me to parse out because it seems to be trying to be both humorous and serious? With the leap to Donald Trump and the use of the phrase “not okay” which to me suggests a serious tone.

Something I like about this poem is how you use questions. The first line caught my attention, and I like how you expanded on the initial question with playful suggestions of where the words could’ve gone. I think that works to engage the reader in this case.

Something you might want to think about is to foreshadow the punchline. For me, it’s not obvious that the speaker is responding to a political situation, so the ending feels a bit too abrupt. I think you might get more of a satirical or humorous effect (if that’s what you’re going for) if you set up the first few lines to suggest that this might be something political without putting it out there completely? For example, maybe describe that the speaker is looking at a blank social media page, unable to type anything (since that’s where people usually go to talk about politics).

Overall

I thought these were some interesting snippets! I think your strength in writing is in being creative with the structure: mixing questions, descriptions and fragments in an engaging and rhythmic way. I think you could take your poetry further by considering the poem at other levels: the speaker’s personality and voice, the setting or atmosphere (e.g. for first poem - what kind of building is this? Is it made of stone? Is there a lot of fabric that muffles everything?), which can be evoked through imagery.

Hope this helps - and keep writing!
-Lim

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NovemberCrow
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Hey there, Myth! AnotherCrowInRow (alias Kay, alias me) is here to write a review for these poems of yours :D
We have two poems here, and I can honestly say that I can't choose which one I like better, because they are both wonderful. Well, I have to start somewhere, so we'll start from the end (because life should be more interesting).
My words
This poem left a great impression on me. Maybe it's because the topic of finding my own words (where do they disappear every time I have something to say? Where are they in the middle of a review when I need more synonyms for the word "amazing"?) is very close to me. The whole poem holds together wonderfully and has a good flow.

Where have my words gone?

Starting with a poetic question is always an excellent choice. I think everyone can relate to that moment when we ask ourselves: where are all my words? Where did they go?
How can I write? I don’t know what to say!

Oh, what a well-known feeling for a writer.
[guote](oh look, I found them)[/quote]
I like how you completely separated this section from the rest of the poem. It works as a great closing verse, but also keeps its distance from the rest of the poem itself.
Through Walls, a Hall, and Doors
Why am I so lost for words when writing this review? But it doesn't matter, because the "first" of the Two Po-ems deals with words in an unconventional way. I don't think I've ever come across a poem like this one, but I just...liked it all the more.
I like that it's not entirely clear what this poem is about - perhaps simply the bustle of the corridors or how to get lost in that bustle? There are so many possible interpretations! Well, I must admit that the first thing I realized after reading this poem was that although this poem is in free verse and does not follow any syllabic system, it still flows incredibly smoothly - I even read it aloud several times to she could confirm this statement.

I realize that in this review I may have been a little lost in words... reviewing poetry can be downright difficult at times, especially if I found a piece that is a little masterpiece!
Because although I'm probably repeating myself, I'll say it again: these are two fantastic poems that I had an incredible time reading. And with this I am slowly saying goodbye to you:

Have a nice rest of day/night/whatever is in your timezones because timezones can be little bit chaotic and stay safe! :D (Also Merry Christmas since there is that time of year again :))

I'm so glad you liked my little poems! It's interesting that you noted the first has a lot of interpretations, I guess I didn't realise that. It's supposed to be the sound of people talking in another room (hence: throughout the walls, a hall, and a door), where one can't quite make out what is being said. But I guess I never really made that explicit.
Thanks for your review!

You are welcome! Merry Christmas! :D



We know what a person thinks not when he tells us what he thinks, but by his actions.
— Isaac Bashevis Singer