Free verse № 93186
Early Morning
This is how God feels
insulated
warmth
Thickly shaking off
dream feathers
Blessed
timeless
blisses
Yesterday
is an unread chain
my skin
illiterate & numb. Hungry & dim.
Cotton womb aglow
insolar
Do I dream, wake, wonder?
Time returns. The senseless tick
Of the clock, is a sequence, a sentence.
Bit, bit, I recall
The feeling of living skin
skin I live in.
In the record of my flesh, I find yesterday.
I mourn the ignorance of bodilessness.
If only
I was a feathered angel
I was a dream
18 comments
Needs a comma after insulated in the first verse and why the arbitrariness of capitals.
First verse does not make much sense grammatically.
Quite like the idea, the wisdom of an angel, how your wisdom is the age of your body but they are bodiless.
PS regarding the punctuation/capitalization/etc, it makes you look like you don't really know what you're doing, whatever your content/meaning/etc suggests to the contrary. YOU know you know what you're doing, but seeing this I think, hm, kinda amateurish. You might well say, fuck you, I'm going to be immortal whatever I do with my grammar, like Blake - but that's crap. At the very least, get famous first by writing semi-normally punctuated/etc poems, and THEN turn all the crazy meaningless punctuationless/etc crap on, if you still find it so cool.
Oh, and go ahead, attack me on this. I know you want to. Everyone does.
And you're wrong, I'm not an attacker. I'm just a debater.
Though I know that some will be put off by it - hey this is not sculpting (despite the similarities); where we can't ignore the laws of physics and invent materials and have them hover over the piece blinking in and out from multiple dimensions - this is poetry. And we can very easily fuck with those "laws".
So, having said that I like the mechanics of it - I'm a bit put off by the first line, and therefore the rational for the rest.
I just don't believe this dumbing-down of god-like sensations to a human level (and this is from a guy who doesn't believe in god).
I think it's fixable by making it a lesser diety (stick an article in there), and maybe by shading the perspective a little (not sure exactly how to do that). I may be the only one bothered by it, dunno - it still could appeal to a broader audience.
extra points for style.
I know the thing with God is a big step, but it feels careless and reckless and brazen and besides I only really care about God. I can't think of anything else.. I guess, "This is how Gold/Good/flame feels".. I think they'd be weak openings. What does it feel like, first thing in the morning, when you're still a little sleep-drunk and dozy?
That's not to say this isn't one of the top, say, two poems on the 20 most recent today. I really like several parts of it. So does the fact that I'm getting all this critical mileage out of something so completely unrelated to your meaning give you even a moment's pause? It probably should.
Poemranker has shit poems and great poems, and this is the shitly expressed great poem of an amateur. An amateur! That's what I am. So, I appreciate your criticism and you must expect a small amount of covering-own-arse-style bullshitting. Next time, I will just submit meekly to your abusive eye.
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