02-04-2013, 08:54 AM
(02-03-2013, 07:13 PM)serge gurkski Wrote: Hi times,Hi serge
the title lured me in. Very catchy!
I find the Holocaust metaphor a bit too much.
Like the internal rhyme (wine - dine)
Love most the last stanza.
I reach for familiar hands.
thanks for the read.
serge
Thanks for the feedback I will have a think about a suitable replacement as I agree it a bit OTT TOMH
(02-03-2013, 10:00 PM)tectak Wrote:Thanks for your considered comments bang on point as ever, I will have a tidy up and edit, by way of explanation, when you know how short life can be, what is it you really want and what really matters, it would be time to drop the bullshit (veils) and tell people how things really are. Also She has familiar hands does she really need a character ? Much appreciated, Keith(02-01-2013, 09:39 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote: I could have run with the others,Very attractive piece. There is a haunting ambiguity which keeps the interest. Even when you may not be sure that you get it all, you are comfortably aware that you have got enough.....though paradoxically I could ask for an Oliver. I do not normally need to know, but what inspired this piece now? Is there some contemporaneous news ( is there any other kind?) I have missed? Should I take the jigsaw puzzle back?
a deserter ahead of the holocaust,
but what would I gain.?
Instead I sit relaxed, accept what will be,Arguably comma after "Instead". It is probably protocol more than grammar but I read a pause of self-satisfied contemplation after the word, especially if you stick a semi-colon after "....what will be;"
make the most of these hour glass fragments,Todd will correct me but I think "hourglass" is the norm.
at home with good friends and family.
We drink wine and dine on a light lunch with laughter,
contemplate the complicated nature of politics and war,
take time to linger, trying to understand our goodbyes.Very authentic. I could describe lunch. Nice touch to introduce the "homeliness" of the thinking.
Poetry collections of memories and special places,
my voice chokes as I read out these fugitive pieces,
I wanted my tracks to be seen, dried in the concrete of existence.Not sure about "dried". It would not be a cliche to say "set".
The words were hard to find, lost to crumpled paper and interruption,
hidden to my pen, some still elude me now, Either a semi-colon here or drop the conjuctive "but" on the next line.
but these people know me, no need for veils anymore.This is building a very convincing story. I need to know why you used the word "veils". Am I missing something?
The sirens have stopped; I reach for familiar hands
foreheads touch, lips trace a brushed kiss before the hug,
she faces the door to watch our leaving.This is a soudainement "she". Who she? It could be the family dog/cat. Bring in the character a little earlier, methinks. If this was bridge, you got your trumps out too late.
Best,
tectak
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

