incantation Posted April 14 Share Posted April 14 I still read sonnets But cannot count syllables, Deliver fire from the Eyes of angels who Counted ten fires, will The verses of my life be preserved. I Paint heaven from The view of my mother's Womb. No one can Help me to excavate dreams Of rusting suns, desolate Train tracks passing the Running eyes of time. I still talk to my Wife, she left long Ago into the drowning skies. The symmetry of storms, asymmetrical past, balancing Forms-who was I yesterday?. The coherence of Music illuminates memory Into order, code to identity, As I roam with the melody Into comprehension, waltz With the universe and Rise to the rapture of thunder. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted April 14 Share Posted April 14 Well now it is a different poem, far away from the confusion of losing mental faculty, it is a burst of creativity and insight and becomes far larger, far more encompassing of the ways any and all can feel and think at different times. I liked the first poem because it showed how introverted mental states can become. whereas this poem explodes outwardly with force, with energy, with life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
incantation Posted April 14 Author Share Posted April 14 This poem had elicited quite a response....thanks everyone... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 15 Share Posted April 15 Barry, Love the new title and the expansion of verse. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted April 16 Share Posted April 16 Barry, this piece moves with unmasked power. The desire for meaning and preserved experience is raked with individualizing passion. Nonplussing originality of expression and dazzling insight. My only suggestion would be for the concluding lines which seem to dissipate (slightly!) the preceding crescendo. On 4/13/2023 at 10:35 PM, incantation said: Music illuminates memory Into order, code to identity, As I roam with the melody Into comprehension, waltz With the universe and Rise to the rapture of thunder. I like the ambiguity: is it memory or the order that codifies identity? Or the music itself? I also like the conversion of "illuminates" from a passive to active agency. My problem is a superfluity of subordinate clauses that are not consistent with each other. Is the speaker roaming (this one seems the less accurate selection of the three activities in this progression) or waltzing or rising? I would also eliminate the redundant "The coherence of" line: too much explaining for this powerful thing. The concluding sentence could use some honing, IMHO. Thanks (I think!), - David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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