06-29-2017, 12:11 AM
This is lovely.
I puzzled over the title a bit (that doesn't make it bad). I would have expected Dust, but I can see how Stones could work.
Best,
Todd
I puzzled over the title a bit (that doesn't make it bad). I would have expected Dust, but I can see how Stones could work.
(06-28-2017, 03:55 PM)Leanne Wrote: I remember you from the ground up. We--The first line does everything I would want a first line to do. It nails the allusion and has the perfect end word.Very satisfying read. Thank you, Leanne.
were smaller then, faces washed, eager to please,--Such an interesting idea that pre-fall rendered them smaller. This works for me whether I read it as a retelling or as a guiding metaphor for a more modern relationship. The faces washed is good because it points back to the dirt origin. The eagerness is also a nice touch. Every point builds on the last.
sure that the world would hold us. You came to life
beneath my feet, and I swallowed the breath you had held--The beneath my feet gives a forshadowment of the dominion issues but what's next to it doesn't scream patriarchy there's still a sense of initial innocence.
for so long before you knew to exhale.--Beautiful especially given the idea that they are dust imbued with the breath of God and so life is in the breath. Again lovely opening.
Others knew you, but they were not in my view--Satan in the garden and a lead in to claiming lack of responsibility. To a more modern read, past lovers that didn't exist between the current couple.
and your eyes blinkered with mine. We grew together,--I had to check the definition of blinkered (perfect). It fits so well.
sinned, were forgiven; tore apart, mended each other,--I especially like mended each other.
burned and were broken.
My others passed. Your others passed. We stayed.--I guess from the allusion this could be their various children.
I don’t know you now, but I dream of you--separation possibly death. The last two lines are haunting. Just using your allusion imagine what death must have seemed like to them.
and when the doors close, I know you wait in the dark.--This ending is a true payoff for the piece.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
