12-02-2012, 10:44 PM
Hi HenryKyte, Welcome to the site!
A couple comments below, hopefully they'll be helpful to you:
Best,
Todd
A couple comments below, hopefully they'll be helpful to you:
(12-02-2012, 04:07 PM)HenryKyte Wrote:Good poem. I enjoyed the read. Again, hope the comments will be helpful.
Terrifying.--I don't think this single word is strong enough to hold the first line.
The treacherous hold the long-lines,--This one though could probably be a good first line.
reeling in meals with their freak fury,--Do you need their here? I like the internal rhyme and alliteration of this line. I love freak fury
and bold coastal madness.--I also like the phrasing of bold coastal madness. It sets the fishermen up as a separate species or an obsessed subculture.
Aspects all spell spaciousness,--Aspects all spell comes off a little awkward to me, a bit vague. I like the idea that spaciousness inserts but not the lead up to it in this line.
an alien tenor, tumultuous.--You've got a lot of modifiers in these next few lines. I think if one can serve it would probably tighten and strengthen the piece. In this line a tumultuous tenor may be enough. Just a thought.
These greetings, rough and granulated,--Here maybe These granulated greetings
cursing pleasant public phobias by way of nature.--you could almost just go with phobias here without the two modifiers. Since your about to draw the focus onto one individual maybe a strophe break here (optional of course)
He scrubs up rather badly,--I like the shift to the person
the evil’s in his soul,--maybe a strong image here to set the idea rather than stating it
embalmed with cheap whiskey eponyms,--that's cool. I like that I think ah Jack Daniels, Jim Beam with eponyms--great word
and the laughter of those of peer.
His facial hair, gritty unsophisticated,--again just an opinion: perhaps condense Gritty facial hair.
like his soiled hotel mattress.--Great simile
His desires keep him from the deep.--I don't think you need His here. I also think you may want to flip these last two lines and end on this one.
He speaks great talk with his fish.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
