06-20-2016, 10:48 PM
Hi Lizzie,
I'll give you some comments and opinions on this one.
I think simple titles like this work when the poem pushes the imaginative envelope, which I think you do here in enough places to pull this off.
I hope some of that helps.
Best,
Todd
I'll give you some comments and opinions on this one.
I think simple titles like this work when the poem pushes the imaginative envelope, which I think you do here in enough places to pull this off.
(06-20-2016, 04:23 PM)lizziep Wrote: I remember the afternoons and the light--I like your opening line.
of my favorite things – --I think this line could be cut as I think it makes the reading a bit clunky.
my white wardrobe that would play
hide-and-seek with me as I climbed
in and out, and my water-filled baton
that made me weightless--all of these details hit that imaginative play button I was looking for especially this last one here. I also like the break on weightless.
as the purple glitter inside.
I'd fixate on it for five
minutes or an hour, maybe.--You could either cut these last two lines and end the strophe on inside or find a way to show yourself fixating and blend it in above. This parts feels a little flat after the purple glitter line.
I'd watch Sesame Street,
Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood.
Sesame Street was fun,
Mr. Rodger was company. --This strophe needs to personalize the details more, or it should be cut. Choose more specific examples on the shows maybe and pull us into the moment.
My brother would go away--Good break as away gives a sense of abandonment with the reason separated on the next line.
each day to school and my mom
would do dishes in silence.--Love this line. Should a good, crisp characterization.
She was an inaccessibility,--This inacessibility is too adult sounding. It draws me out. I realize its an adult looking back but I think would be improved it you simply went with: She was a tree whose leaves were green
a tree whose leaves were green
only at the very top.--This ending is an evocative payoff. Love this.
I hope some of that helps.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
