06-08-2011, 05:49 PM
I love the imagery in this poem - vibrant yet decayed. I loved reading it.
(06-08-2011, 06:48 AM)violet Wrote: Moments fly past in this jagged-toothed cityAs I mentioned elsewhere, these are my first critiques - please don't be offended or anything, these are just my thoughts. I loved the poem, you have a very strong, fluid way with language. Thanks for the read.
We exist, sucking the same heavy smoke
kicking the same broken bottles that litter the pavement
perfectly discontent, knock-kneed and breathless
listening to the whispering hours that pass us "Whispering hours" is a fantastic image
Missed chances shine brightly here in the suburbs
Senses are delivered and our manufactured decorations
need no watering. Mechanical slaves do our bidding
giving us plastic when a simple rose will do Great verse - sadness permeates the descriptions, but there is still a sense of terror and lack of control
Forests of car-parts thrive and mercury rivers surge past
Street lamps blink with harsh, crooked eyes
Painted structures open no windows to the sky Love "mercury rivers" and "crooked eyes" - makes me think the city has a vengeful self-awareness
Swept by a current of free-flowing bodies accidentally co-operating Co-operating feels a little out of place to me, might be nice to strengthen the image with a description of something more automated or mechanical.
Part of the faceless crowd, going in the same direction
The pavements flow with life and it's easy enough to drown Beautiful line
Scurrying around searching just like garbage-rats
caught in the pulse of our tiny existence
This humid cage of bricks and trash Is our home. Last verse seems out of place to me for some reason. I loved the ending of the last verse - "easy enough to drown" - I would prefer the poem to end there.

