09-17-2011, 04:56 AM
(09-16-2011, 02:13 PM)Aish Wrote: The end is embedded in the beginning:Please forgive me inane comments as they are just my attempts to learn. I really enjoyed reading this and felt, overall that it was a powerful read. It covers a nice range of feelings in such a short time.
So it should come as no surprise
my squall bites and stings in unholy rage,
acid rain against the quarried walls
crumbled at the foot of my heart,
which beats to spite me. sums it all up, to me. The powerlessness of living/the uselessness of dying.
My death has yet to deliver my life,
and I am poised
to forget long days
and endless summers. this section is wonderful. Rather than glorify the evanescence , you villify it.
Rain pops like hot grease
against the fake sky of my room. I tend to get an image of a girl on her bed staring up and it seems to be she is biting the inside of her mouth
I feed off false warmth and stale iron.
Blood in my mouth. nice the way you seperated the stale iron and blood. gave me time to get it on my own
Still no howl,
where my soul is stone
or pillars of salt.
You be Sodom, and I'll play Gomorrah, again, I like the 'pause'. I don't care for 'play' here, but when I tried to think of an alternate, all I could come up with was:
You take Sodom, and I'll be Gomorrah
which I don't like any better :p
trapping would-be trespassers and tourists. nice kick-back to the pillar of salt
The desert was as close as I came.
To the sea. hands down my favorite part. I have 'resolved' this a dozen ways and I'm sure there are more . . .
Winter turns a book of faith
into myths of transformations.
I long to crystallize, I don't know how to take this. 'crystallize' gives me thoughts of immovable, 'coaxed out of' is a reversal and 'return' signifies having left (which crystallizing is not what you've done, but what you 'long' to do. so where are we returning from?) Pretty sure I'm missing something because I am not as well read as ninety-nine percent of the people here.
coaxed out of rock and sea stars
and return -
as elaborate architecture.
I could bloom from the ancients
and emerge
with an elongated body and wings.
A mantid.
Enigmatic, yet uneloquent.
Thanks.

