07-10-2012, 11:29 AM
Hi Geoff,
Sorry I've come so late to this...either way here are some comments for you:
I love the title. That said, and this may fully just be me, I want the poem to deliver more emotional power. I feel like it needs more specificity to have the payoff it needs.
Best,
Todd
Sorry I've come so late to this...either way here are some comments for you:
I love the title. That said, and this may fully just be me, I want the poem to deliver more emotional power. I feel like it needs more specificity to have the payoff it needs.
(07-09-2012, 09:15 AM)Philatone Wrote:A lot of opinion in there I know. I hope some of it will be helpful to you. Tons of potential with this one.
v2. still working on final stanza. minor changes thanks to billy
Matriarchs may store the most--consider dropping the may your opening needs to be more authoritative
in their cerebellum drawers:--I'm not fond of cerebellum drawers. It feels a little too forced (IMO)
shelves of maps to water holes,
photographs of their mothers'--photographs feels a little off here too much of a man thing than the way an elephant would remember. Even if you are slipping into metaphor it's a bit too abrupt
bone and silent ivory,--lovely line just beautiful
white as marble torn from mines.--I wonder if you could rephrase this idea above the previous line so that you could end S1 with "bone and silent ivory" it's simply a more evocative way to tie it up
--I think S2 and S3 should probably be combined.
To a calf, those tusks had hung--you may not need had
in the air like strokes of thunder--love this
chiseled from a cloud, only--again maybe just me but I'd break on cloud it's a strong image and while I would normally break the line as you have done, it just feels off like it robs something from the image...oh, and I do like chiseled being pared with cloud it expresses permanence in a memory
to unravel into plated
pulp and blood as an adult,
who may pass a graveyard with--stronger than may perhaps will
names for every body buried--love this...one option is to italicize a short litany of some names that sound like they could be what elephants might call each other...just a thought
in the softened grass, not knowing--wonderful line...I love in the softened grass and the break on not knowing and how that plays against the title
how it hurts to forget, too.--please drop the too...end on forget it would be stronger.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
