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Click hereConsider the woman in this photograph: on her knees.
Stilled, she appears locked in a simple wail.
In fact, what's happening is
a complicated series of sobs
And moments where her throat contracts,
The lungs empty, the panicky breathless feeling
Of drowning on land
That floods the brain as a tide coming in,
As white noise can drown the corrosive, clanking waltz Of heavy machinery,
There is much going on there.
As a frayed thread of an afghan,
On closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands;
As a million stars appear as a single dot in the sky;
Such is her grief.
I have seen this grief before,
In a tiger
Keeping vigil for many days
At the still body of a cub
Pawing the ground,
Asking itself tiger-questions.
The depths of tiger-grief are not known to us
But surely
They are deep enough.
Let this one rest for at least six months. Then come back to it with a cold eye and ask yourself, "Can it be improved?" Consider in particular the line breaks and line capitalization. Are then extra words, etc.?
cause.....i'm spewing a bit....i've excerpted a few spots that interested me.......
a complicated series of sobs
And moments where her throat contracts,
The lungs empty, the panicky breathless feeling
Of drowning on land
That floods the brain as a tide coming in,
<<<< the lines above set up the grief really nice>>>>
<<<the 2 lines below...nice depth>>>>>
As a frayed thread of an afghan,
On closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands;
<<<<then bam!!!!.....the next stanza...totally consumates me>>>
I have seen this grief before,
In a tiger
Keeping vigil for many days
At the still body of a cub
Pawing the ground,
Asking itself tiger-questions. <<the reader must examine>>
The depths of tiger-grief are not known to us
But surely
They are deep enough.
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i wanted to get into this one. sometimes i do that from time to time......nice read.......don
Very good poem. I would like to suggest taking out some words so it sounds a little smoother, and less of a story. Such as "and", "as" and "the" words. Maybe even take out "In fact" in the third line.
Playing with words below:
Consider the woman in this photograph on her knees.
Stilled, she appears locked in a simple wail.
In fact, what's happening is
a complicated series of sobs,
moments where her throat contracts,
the lungs empty; panicky breathless feeling
of drowning on land
that floods the brain as a tide coming in,
white noise can drown the corrosive, clanking waltz of heavy machinery;
there is much going on there.
As a frayed thread of an afghan
on closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands,
a million stars appear as a single dot in the sky;
such is her grief.