08-12-2014, 07:06 AM
(08-12-2014, 06:56 AM)tectak Wrote:They don't make 'em like you anymore tec. You are such a gent, I carry a tissue to all of your posts.(08-07-2014, 11:29 AM)Qdeathstar Wrote:hi q,(07-30-2014, 09:46 PM)tectak Wrote: I wish that I could find the words
to move my heart and rend my soul.
When death becomes a two-edged sword
the deepest cuts will make me whole…
but Auden found them all. cliche city with these last two lines; the deepest cut and two-edged sword. Actually, the poem as a whole is full of them. I guess you are conjuring themes from other Author's poems... I also cant seem to find meaning to dropping the names, except to give those authors "props".
I wish that I could write a verse
that forces eyes to see the Sun;
to look but once and not rehearse
for life, when all plans come undone…
but Davies wrote them all.
I wish that I could say a prayer
in praise of God who gave the brush
to colour in our living layer
in brindled, dappled, freckled flush…
but Hopkins said it all.
I wish…I wish…that I could see
whatever else is hiding there.
To shine a light that I might be,
before I die, alive…aware.
but Thomas saw it all.
Tectak
2014
The good from this poem, for me, came from having to lookup the names listed. I guess. This poem is written solely for students of poetry and scholars. Otherwise it has no meaning, I think. I wish there was some movement in the poem away from wishing.
you are, of course, quite correct in your assessment of the piece...you and your, though,are the moot words. Yes, this a crie de coeur. The poems cited are of greater relevance to me than to you, cliches have to start somewherebut I plead guilty anyway. I am envious of those poets named for some of what they wrote...but I feel the same way about some of your stuff. Frankly, I feel the same way about every poet who writes something greater than me...and that's what it's all about.
Best,
tectak
I like the poem. What's with all the ellipses? And the meter in L4 of the davies stanza?


but I plead guilty anyway. I am envious of those poets named for some of what they wrote...but I feel the same way about some of your stuff. Frankly, I feel the same way about every poet who writes something greater than me...and that's what it's all about.