I don't have the knowledge about poetry to be a respectable critic. So take anything I say with a grain of salt. But, I like what I like and this was good. It wasn't saccharine, or detached. I think the visual explainer should come after to let the poem stand on its own first. That is how I read it, and the poem held up without the intro. Thank you for sharing.
I'm glad you like it! Yeah, in some of my first posts I had a breakdown or explanation of the poem come first, which I moved away from for similar reasons. I probably won't be including visual prompts in most other posts - it just felt right for this one - but regardless I think you're right, starting with the poem first is usually the best move.
This is good. And I loved how you powerfully captured both a little of who she was, and those fantastic lines about what it’s like to Grow Up. Poems of inferiority, of the self’s growth and change, aren’t hat common. And I am so, so sorry for your loss. Losing a parent echoes theogih long years afterwards
Thank you for the compliment and the condolences Claire. I'm glad I could capture some of what you mentioned; and I'd like to think I can continue producing 'uncommon' poems.
I don't have the knowledge about poetry to be a respectable critic. So take anything I say with a grain of salt. But, I like what I like and this was good. It wasn't saccharine, or detached. I think the visual explainer should come after to let the poem stand on its own first. That is how I read it, and the poem held up without the intro. Thank you for sharing.
I'm glad you like it! Yeah, in some of my first posts I had a breakdown or explanation of the poem come first, which I moved away from for similar reasons. I probably won't be including visual prompts in most other posts - it just felt right for this one - but regardless I think you're right, starting with the poem first is usually the best move.
This is good. And I loved how you powerfully captured both a little of who she was, and those fantastic lines about what it’s like to Grow Up. Poems of inferiority, of the self’s growth and change, aren’t hat common. And I am so, so sorry for your loss. Losing a parent echoes theogih long years afterwards
Thank you for the compliment and the condolences Claire. I'm glad I could capture some of what you mentioned; and I'd like to think I can continue producing 'uncommon' poems.
She sounded wonderful just from the intent you gave her. Good words.
Thanks brother.