by linger
....whose name is new to me, but one who has something to offer here, and also shows the promise of more to come. Keep posting, and I'll keep reading!
I don't hate, I don't love it. I'm trying to figure out why. I want it to do something other than sit there. There's no "WOW" in your poem. Nothing that gets so incredibly deep I'm in awe at your insight but nothing so glaringly frustrating that I hate it either. It's just there, and for me, that's almost the worst kind of poem. However, I kept reading, which means something. You have my attention. I to will read you again, just to see if you do something spectacular, because I think you have the ability, I think maybe you just haven't stepped outside your "known" in your writing yet. I know you'll understand that, because of the poem I just read. Take a chance, get ballsy.
There were weak points...two stanzas in particular, but overall this had moments of grandeur that pulled me in. Let's get those two pesky stanzas outta the way so that I can continue praising this poem.
but today
there is no fear
today there is only
east and west, there is
only north and south
and a smoldering trust
and when I center
when I stop and listen
I can feel you wherever
you are. I can feel
your bright outline
on my warming finger tips
These two stanzas don't have the punch of the rest. Actually the first two stanzas don't have much punch either, but it feels like you're slowly getting into the thick in those two. These interrupt the flow of cleverness that the rest of the poem has.
My favorite part, and the part I'll probably save to my HD is:
I forget to weigh the
science of intuition
I forget to measure the
physics of coincidence
That is brilliance. Write more and flesh out some of the roughness you're encountering.