Hi guys! This is a new feature on this community; its intent is to offer a different published piece of prose or poetry each week. This first piece is a poem.
PS is going to hell in a handbasket; I have no answer for you there!
(I did, however, agree with you on "into" in my first reading, but it made sense in retrospect)
That said, one of your recent posts has made me curious, and I'm trying to find your poem with "Boticelli" in the title. Could you maybe point the way?
a clearing where she works burying swans alive into the black earth.
i like the imagery created with this and carried through up to 'she makes me feed them'. it's very powerful and opposite to the image of 'field' and 'grass', you know that peaceful and opened scene? Which is also vaporised by the fact that the swans are black. But I didn’t get that bit about the radio. It seemed completely unrelated.
Thanks for explaining; I didn't get the meaning. I knew as I read that there was an overall metaphor, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the swans were representing. I hope if I keep reading poetry like this I'll get better at understanding it.
In a way, I'm almost sorry I made mention to the meaning - I didn't want anyone to be frustrated by the inability to find that meaning on their own. If all that's left at the end is a haunting mystery, maybe that's best; it certainly gives the reader more freedom to take from this piece what they will!
I was trying to find out, and then I saw your mention and stopped wondering, which I didn't consider to be negative at all, but maybe that's not what you were going for.
I've also been a little bogged with my Tuesday Prompt. Perhaps I did not use my prompt in the correct way? You might point me in the right direction so that next Tuesday I might do a better job of it.
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Why can't the poems in PS be as easy to follow as that poem? Huh? Whyyyyy?
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(I did, however, agree with you on "into" in my first reading, but it made sense in retrospect)
That said, one of your recent posts has made me curious, and I'm trying to find your poem with "Boticelli" in the title. Could you maybe point the way?
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an earlier draft (with one more stanza) is posted in the_inkslingers
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I like some parts of it like 'noodle necks' and shaking like long eyelashes in a hurricane.
But overall it leaves me feeling confused and unhappy, becuase I fail to understand the message entirely.
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she works burying swans alive
into the black earth.
i like the imagery created with this and carried through up to 'she makes me feed them'. it's very powerful and opposite to the image of 'field' and 'grass', you know that peaceful and opened scene? Which is also vaporised by the fact that the swans are black. But I didn’t get that bit about the radio. It seemed completely unrelated.
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Thanks for explaining; I didn't get the meaning. I knew as I read that there was an overall metaphor, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the swans were representing. I hope if I keep reading poetry like this I'll get better at understanding it.
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I've also been a little bogged with my Tuesday Prompt. Perhaps I did not use my prompt in the correct way?
You might point me in the right direction so that next Tuesday I might do a better job of it.
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