03-18-2013, 11:33 AM
Hi Carlie,
I'd recommend you moving future posts to at least mild so critiquers can go into more detail with you. A couple quick housekeeping comments first. The title does not have to be put in the thread. The subject line is sufficient. Colons don't require a space before them. To the poem:
Best,
Todd
I'd recommend you moving future posts to at least mild so critiquers can go into more detail with you. A couple quick housekeeping comments first. The title does not have to be put in the thread. The subject line is sufficient. Colons don't require a space before them. To the poem:
(03-18-2013, 10:25 AM)Carile Wrote: The man and the whaleAgain, I don't want to overload you in novice. You've got a good concept, and I enjoyed the read. The main area I'd think of improving is looking for parts to condense. It's not that anything seemed horribly off just that it could be done with less words without sacrificing tone or content. Just some thoughts.
He stood on the fuzzy--For the most part, I like your line breaks. This is an exception. Why break on fuzzy and not on border?
Border between grey earth and wind--This is pretty phrasing but I think it might be even stronger if you cut fuzzy
That I was told carried
So much blue you wouldn't believe,
So many tears you'd laugh or leave.
All he had to do there
While chiseling his great great age--I like the repetition here. Also, chiseling makes me think of the Renaissance
Was to show me the lines
Of the wild one living in brine,--another nice line
Whose sorrows are beyond compareĀ :
Like a mess, a long mass
of flesh slowly swinging along
In the mesh of no sea.
He said there was no cure
Once you fell from the sky and sure
enough into the cold
Fog far from your fellow peopleĀ :--nice progression with the enjambment on these last few lines
He said there was no cure at all.
Then a kid's memory
Was opened to one and each tale
Of storms and death, and whale
Traveling in the foam above
To the realm of an exilee.--minor typo: exile
So much blue you wouldn't believe,
So many tears you'd laugh or leave.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
