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here's another one for the manic-depressive in all of us. coldness fold your weary arms your love's not wanted here. the invitation still extended granted my undying grief. sadness dry your mournful eyes I cried too soon today, you stole all I had left to hold regret - my solice, gone. alone, could you have thought it me to find myself for want, disgrace hath shown her noble face disgrace hath made her mine, allowed to wollow mind in space, her clutches holds ... my time.
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Grr! You keep _doing_ this! You'll give us a wonderful first few lines, and then sort of taper off..... "Coldness fold your weary arms" is a _great_ line, and I like the way you echo it in "sadness dry your mournful eyes," but as usual your ending doesn't really do it for me. Do you tend to write these at one sitting? The one's you've posted sound to me like the spark of a Really Good Idea, followed by some less-inspired lines as you try to play that idea out. Is this in fact how you write, or am I totally missing the mark? In any case, I'd be curious to see what would happen if you kicked one of these around in your head for a week or two, and waited for an Equally Good Idea for the ending to strike you.
bingo! Sorry if it's kind of a tease. But you're right, I do write these in one go. It's usually 4am, and I've gotten home from a night out on the town..But I'm going to take your advice, and think about the next one for a week. But I've got to find a topic where I don't compromise my thoughts with artistic flair.Missing the mark = quite the opposite, your spot on :), "taper off" = passing out(the next one's going to be sober)
you mentioned 'manic-depressive' in your prose introduction. I'm manic-depressive myself, so you have my attention-- chew on that for a while, and see if that generates some ideas there. Although I often compose here at the keyboard, I usually think and agonize over the ideas for a while, and one poem can take me a while. Ever thought about writing lines of poetry when you're out drinking? Gotta strike when the iron's hot and the feelings are raw and sore-- intoxication may have an artistic effect, but your mind is numb, as you said.
hey, I didn't know that Jon! I was kind of joking with that line, I hope I didn't offend you. But I think you've got a good idea there, coupled with the advice of working the raw poem over before submitting the final piece...sounds like a plan!
mmm. first lines are great. needs fleshing. but good.
resp:4 don't worry about it. I thought the notion had the potential for further inspiration. Myself-- I have written many a poem whilst in my storms of mood, and strangely, the more depressive sides seem to be something I can construct from. I mean, sometimes it gets so bad, it's like I take the nub of a fine pen and slit my wrists to let the flowing blood form the words on the page. Hmm, that might be the beginning of a poem :) Anyway, it's odd how often my distressing or intense moments help me produce poetry. Julie says I write out of cathargy-- a need to release emotion. The material does seem to reflect that. So I continue to suggest you consider the details of the moment and the intensity of the emotion-- it may drive your writing.
Hmm... one of my favorite poet/musicians, Fish, one credited every lyric on an album (Clutching at Straws/ Marillion) to the various bars he'd been drinking in. The album concept was about things that drive a man to drink, very dark and moody stuff, but very effective in convaying emotion. Just a thought sprining from Jon's suggestion.
I think this poem would be better if you abandoned the "thee" "thou" thing and used modern English.
re#8 - hehe, well, when I studied shakespeare last year, I found the way he described an *unspeakable* pain amazing, so it was that feeling/atmosphere I tried to render upon those lines :)..you could be right though.
I liked the atmosphere. I just found the "Thees" and "Thous" hard to get around.
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