06-20-2013, 07:15 AM
(06-19-2013, 11:20 PM)svanhoeven Wrote:Hi svan,Quote:The images are old familiar friends
"Old familiar friends" is on the edge of cliche. By itself, it would be over the edge, but maybe it's not because of what follows. It's something to think about.
that flicker in and out of cluttered minds.
I like the pair "flicker" and clutter" here.
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs,
of blooded children dusted by their war;
Do you mean "bloodied"? "Blooded" doesn't necessarily mean injured, e.g. "cold-blooded". Also, with "their", it sounds like the prior referent is "children", but the young usually fight the wars of their elders.exactly...this is what I am tying to say. The children "inherit" war and make it "theirs"
small price to pay for freedom’s curdling call.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies
do not move us anymore.
I see a conflict here with "We cry sometimes" above.
It seems one sun above is not the God,
to steal and stir immiscible beliefs
into that promised meld of humankind.
This is a little confusing to me. Are you trying to express insufficiency, i.e. "one sun above is not enough/to steal..."?
As if the furnace heat of holy lands
could ever cool enough to firm the melt;
I think the above semicolon needs to be a comma, since what follows is a dependent clause.
or by attrition reach a setting point.
We pray for peace no more.
What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all the gains are lost to join the game?
What trait within the evolution meme
If I understand it correctly, a meme is supposed to be like a conceptual virus. You make it sound like evolution as a concept is responsible. I think "stream" would make more sense for traits that flow to us from ancestors.
can so destroy the child, yet pass through time?
And when we lie alone and in our beds,
what answers come as sleep comes drawn by peace?
Not one; we dream away each war.
You make some fine catches here. Thank you. First off...bloodied. Yes. I would like to say it was a typo but it was not. Mistake.
I hope the "we cry sometimes" does not conflict. The emotional insistence of the tear I was hoping to imply was a reflex act...whereas considered emotional response is dumbed down. Did I succeed? Probably not. I will take a view.
One sun...is not THE god. No. Not insufficiency....just not the god we hoped for. Not the right god even though it is ONE sun for all mankind. Complex metaphor which I hate in others

You are comma correct. It will be changed.
memes...memes are the psycho-social traits passed down through generations by nurture not nature...put simply. It has always amazed me that suffering societies find it more conveniently disastrous to pass on hate rather than love. Sad. Death is not the evolutionary weeder of the weak meme as it is with the regressive gene.
"Memes that replicate most effectively enjoy more success, and some may replicate effectively even when they prove to be detrimental to the welfare of their hosts." but that's Wiki for you!
Best,
tectak
(06-20-2013, 02:05 AM)Brownlie Wrote:Hi brownlie,(06-19-2013, 09:44 PM)tectak Wrote: My Grammar is not the greatest, but I'll do a line by line.Obviously, I love the topic and I think there is some potential here if you do some editing and don't give up on the poem. I was intrigued by the image of a furnace, and I think if you cut away some of the superfluous filler words and replaced them with imagery or something you could pull out a good poem here.
The images are old familiar friends--- Images is vague I think you could provide a more specific image to have a more powerful impact.
that flicker in and out of cluttered minds. -- Whose cluttered minds?
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs, -- Any specific examples of broken limbs. Maybe a better verb than cry can be used i.e. moan.
of blooded children dusted by their war; - I get why used blooded here it provides a chance for a stressed followed by unstressed. Svan may have a point the meaning comes across but it could be judged as sloppy and forced.
small price to pay for freedom’s curdling call. -More on the curdling call of freedom I think the idea is not expanded on enough.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies -- Corpses strewn across the battlefield as dolls with vacant button eyes
do not move us anymore. -- What do you mean by move, I assume emotionally moved but I think this can be more specifically explained.
It seems one sun above is not the God,
to steal and stir immiscible beliefs
into that promised meld of humankind.
As if the furnace heat of holy lands
could ever cool enough to firm the melt;
or by attrition reach a setting point. - This metaphor to a burning mold of sorts is interesting I'd like to see the metaphor become clearer and I would like more descriptions of furnaces. I think of steel factories which I like. In addition to using other punctuation besides a semicolon you can make the next line an independent clause.
We pray for peace no more. -- Reminds me of the War Prayer by Mark Twain.
What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all the gains are lost to join the game? -- More on the metaphor of the game perhaps you could describe a game of cards or something.
What trait within the evolution meme - I don't get evolution meme
can so destroy the child, yet pass through time?
And when we lie alone and in our beds,
what answers come as sleep comes drawn by peace?
Not one; we dream away each war. - Distant Bullets have become white noise
Tectak
2013
Thanks for this. Many of your points have been touched on in my response to svan.
I wish I could please you more but I find myself inadequate to your requirements more often than not.You often ask me to expand the insignificant and I hear you but cannot oblige because invariably you ask for detail in distractions. Perhaps if you could indicate by example what purpose you feel would be served by describing in surgical detail the horrors of war injuries of children or the various styles, types and purposes of furnaces and contract bridge
.I am genuinely interested in your suggestions.
Best,
tectak
PS I did not understand the "..distant bullets....white noise" reference... but wish I did!

