01-09-2011, 01:53 PM
Thank you for the kind words and feedback Billy. I intended the poem to be an extended metaphor for clinical depression, recovery and stasis. The girl who emerges onto the balcony has been freed from her sadness (which the rooms are an allegory for), whereas those who can't break the locks are still stuck in theirs.
I'll use almost all the suggestions you made. One question: What was distasteful about the image in the first verse you mentioned? Was it the dead cow flesh? I thought instead of just saying meat I'd be gross
I'll use almost all the suggestions you made. One question: What was distasteful about the image in the first verse you mentioned? Was it the dead cow flesh? I thought instead of just saying meat I'd be gross
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe