You never grew
You’re still just a boy,
and calling it a day.
outside, so you’re staying in
It will be
cold tomorrow, too,
but I don’t have the heart
This poem is very interesting. There is a surprising amount of power in just 12 lines. I don't understand all of it, but part of me thinks that it's purpose is not to be understood. I guess if I had to translate the poem I would describe it as a story about someone who takes advantage of their mother, and their mother doesn't have the heart to tell them off, but at the same time they are sort of disappointed.
This was really good for a short poem. The last line was particularly touching. Great job!
Short and sweet-- I like it. There's a weird feeling here, of growing up. I'm not sure who the narrator is supposed to be. Maybe it doesn't even matter. Between the first and second sentence of the second stanza, it kind of seems like something's missing. It leaves me wondering why the narrator goes from condescending to not "having the heart" to disappoint this other character. I do like the metaphor of it being cold outside. From this poem, my brain paints a vivid picture of a 30 year old dude that still lives in his mom's basement and she doesn't like it but she also can't bring himself to kick him out. Is that what you were going for? Have a lovely day Nymeria
Hi TheShauzer! Niteowl here to review. Overall, this is a short piece, but it has an interesting transition of emotions. In the first stanza, the speaker shows contempt for the subject, painting a picture of someone who is immature, lazy, and prone to vices. The use of "Mommy" (as opposed to "your Mommy's) makes me wonder if the speaker's referring to a sibling. Perhaps there could be a little more showing the relationship between the two people. In the second stanza, we move to a more sympathetic portrayal. "It's cold outside" seems metaphorical, like how the world feels cold and cruel as we get older. The narrator seems aware of this, but in the end seems like they want to protect the speaker by not telling them it will continue to be cold. If they still had the contempt of the first stanza, I'd expect something along the lines of "Okay, but it'll be cold tomorrow, and every day after that, good luck bozo". It might be interesting to expand on this, having more transition between contempt and pity. Some nitpicks:
It’s cold outside,and you’re staying intonight.
It will be cold tomorrow, too,
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