Could this get published?

Feb 03, 2007 13:54


So I finishedh the multi-poem. I'd like candid, direct comments on it, as I'm intending to send it in for a poetry magazine:

How does the form work? Do you think I should use different forms for some of the parts (parts split up in roman numbers)? Where does the enjambment seem to hinder the rhythm / work against the overal rhythm? Should I re-arrange some of the parts? Should I expand some of them? Should I shorten the length in anyone?

Do you think there could be better images to show the different kinds to see Sacred as? Do you think I should get rid of some of those I have? Should I include more parts?

Commets will be immensely appreciated. If I find some particularly helpful ones, if it gets published, you might just be included in a "thanks note".

Six Ways to Seem Sacred

I                                                               They seem unbroken now,
the broken, the broken,
      the broken columns
in a reluctant dawn.

They are
the columns whose crippled corners are anything
            but weary in the light

in broad beams,
in scattered beams falling
through the walls’
hole-a mouth to look through-at the top,
                 large and widening

As the rocks fall apart,
                                                                                                as the rocks fall apart,
fall apart,        
 fall apart;           the hole widening, widening

around the stone's sig-sag
line.

II               I notice another form
of flutter today:

the wind that sircles
the sky's empty corners
                                to which birds, to which
 trees listen to too.

III                            Arcs,

arcs after water against rocks,
                   creates crescents
in the moonlight;

all left behind to prove it
is the shapelessness
                    of broken lines
in air.

IV                            Lilacs,

lilacs in the aftermath of rain.

V                            How the tip of a wing splits us apart
at sunrise; we are
where reality and illusion
                                meet, fraught,
                                but not too fraght,
                                with light.

VI                    -and how the light
of a streetlamp spreads as only
                   itself does;
the man who steps into, then out of
a light we call Sacred,

sacred
star.
 
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