by Lauren Hynde
The Queen of illustrated poetry returns; that image could easily be from or near a rocky outcropping in a desert; it serves to build the anticipation to the poem's end.
Here is my problem with illustrated poetry as such. I want it to be more. I want the Illustration to be more than decoration, but to be a modifier; an equal partner, a challenger from a different dimension to the text which will create a much more complex interpretative challenge. The time of the reading of the text; the space of the picture; the imagined time and space created by the text- all interplaying.
I liked this poem but did find that the visual element added much to it. Certainly did not shift or interact with meanings.
A lesson in why we should never keep our clocks fast. Otherwide we will meet our Maker early.
A very apt "Illustration"
Great work - thanks.
in the end
stretched beyond stretching
sometimes
something
snaps
this poem of yours speaks to me, lauren. has me waiting to feel the vibrations of that silent scream
I don't know why this is on Literotica ( or maybe I didn't get the sexual link), but an amazing poem! Truly loved it.
and falling trees. TK U MLJ LV NV ps no stars available