Denial
#1
I don’t think of you much.
Just moments like this, when sunlight
spreads fingers from behind cloudbanks
to brush the grey wave-crests with gold,
I remember your touch.
 
Sometimes I glimpse your face
in a crowd of strangers. My heart leaps
and I force my way through,
pulse pounding.
It’s never you.
 
Bird chorus, from their nests
at dusk, remind me of your music.
Now I can’t sing, or laugh, or sometimes
even breathe. I don’t remember you often.
Just every day, it seems.
 
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#2
i think many will have experienced the 2nd stanza. there's a sense of real loss in the poem that tugs a little. solid write.
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#3
(08-10-2017, 06:03 PM)billy Wrote:  i think many will have experienced the 2nd stanza. there's a sense of real loss  in the poem that tugs a little. solid write.



Thanks Billy.
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#4
(08-10-2017, 12:00 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  I don’t think of you much.
Just moments like this, when sunlight
spreads fingers from behind cloudbanks
to brush the grey wave-crests with gold,
I remember your touch.
 
Sometimes I glimpse your face
in a crowd of strangers. My heart leaps
and I force my way through,
pulse pounding.
It’s never you.
 
Bird chorus, from their nests
at dusk, remind me of your music.
Now I can’t sing, or laugh, or sometimes
even breathe. I don’t remember you often.
Just every day, it seems.
 

Wait....this is on "For Fun", ist ed a parody. It is a funny parody, but deserves rebuttal.
If it is NOT a parody, then it's somewhat heavy handed, and a deviation from JM's usual style. But it's in "For Fun", so....
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe
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#5
To be a proper parody of the subject, it needs more flowers.

All the same, it's well written and worthy of a hearty chuckle.
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#6
Thanks, Achebe and Lizzie, for your reads and comments.


It's not a parody though.  Hysterical Hysterical Hysterical

Just a bit of fun.
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#7
I love this. Every bit.


nibbed
there's always a better reason to love
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#8
(08-11-2017, 07:57 AM)nibbed Wrote:  I love this. Every bit.


nibbed



Thank you!
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#9
"Always", it has that same feeling, less detached. I enjoy this every time, the last strophe brings a distance and immediacy that is heartbreaking without being melodramatic, just life. Smile
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#10
(08-11-2017, 09:41 AM)ellajam Wrote:  "Always", it has that same feeling, less detached. I enjoy this every time, the last strophe brings a distance and immediacy that is heartbreaking without being melodramatic, just life. Smile


Thank you! You're very clever, aren't you?  Big Grin Big Grin
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#11
(08-11-2017, 12:01 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  
(08-11-2017, 09:41 AM)ellajam Wrote:  "Always", it has that same feeling, less detached. I enjoy this every time, the last strophe brings a distance and immediacy that is heartbreaking without being melodramatic, just life. Smile


Thank you! You're very clever, aren't you?  Big Grin Big Grin

ah, nope. Hysterical Responsive writing is fun, hence heartbreak in fun.
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#12
That second stanza is spot on. I could put myself in that place when reading it.
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#13
(08-10-2017, 12:00 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  I don’t think of you much.
Just moments like this, when sunlight
spreads fingers from behind cloudbanks
to brush the grey wave-crests with gold,
I remember your touch.
 
Sometimes I glimpse your face
in a crowd of strangers. My heart leaps
and I force my way through,
pulse pounding.
It’s never you.
 
Bird chorus, from their nests
at dusk, remind me of your music.
Now I can’t sing, or laugh, or sometimes
even breathe. I don’t remember you often.
Just every day, it seems.
I forgot about this until I didn't, the moment around me slowing down just enough to allow me to properly contemplate. I'm proud to report that I haven't felt stanza two in a long time -- because apparently, my loss gave way to illness. But back to the poem. To focus on a particular, I think this is a little melodramatic, in that even in my current, numbed state I'm left feeling something, but that, for me, is a positive. As for generals, this is technically very good, especially when this ceases to be "technical" and becomes "emotional", but for both departments there's not anything in particular to point out -- even the second stanza feels like a sentiment that's been delivered, whether in this medium or some other, with the same or even greater efficacy. Still, that's nothing negative, and I'm sure I'll be as affected as I am right now when I remember this again -- and maybe, given even more time, even more so.
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